As I mentioned in the previous post, our adventure day started with a walk around a lake.
No, that isn’t a natural color for a lake. It wasn’t that color when I was a kid. There are signs about a dangerous algae… people still let their kids go swimming.
And no, my godson, Willie, is not pointing a fake gun at me. It is called a fart-zooka… a clever combination of the words ‘fart’ and ‘bazooka’. It is a plastic tube with a plunger stick that you push, which forces air into the tube, and out through a rubber flange-thing… which is basically an artificial anus… or sphincter… I call it the fart stick. We had a lot of fun with that, all day long, although, I will admit that listening to a four-year-old making fart sounds in the back seat of a car… very close to your head… can get a little old after a while.
So, the lake was a weird color, but it was still a beautiful walk.
And there as a lot of poison oak, so you had to be careful not to touch anything… on either side of the trail. Seems like there is a life lesson in there somewhere.
We saw ducks.
Did I mention Big Johnny has his arm in a sling? I will get to that later.
And, man, was it hot. Unusually hot for the Bay Area.
That is why we decided to go down closer to the bay.
Start whistling the theme song from the Andy Griffith show.