On Sunday, Bruce and I decided that we needed to get away from here for awhile. So we picked up sandwiches at the local deli counter and drove up to Calaveras Big Trees to walk the trails amongst the redwoods. And it was good!
Yup. Bruce and I have turned into Ma and Pa Kettle. When this happened is a mystery, but the transformation is complete. I am mortified to admit that I spent many minutes on making fun of my spouse's too-small and extremely ridiculous hat. I only realized how unflattering and lopsided my own was when I downloaded our pictures. I now must humbly admit that my beloved husband and I match.
We ate our sandwiches at a table surrounded by pines. The breeze was blowing through them and it sounded exactly like shushing of waves moving across the sand. Exactly.
The water in Beaver Creek was low, but we saw trout darting in the shadows and the sound of the water was music to our parched ears.
A kind of tree squirrel called a chickaree racing up a tree trunk. Bruce snapped this turbo-charged shot and somehow actually managed to capture the image of the squirrel before it disappeared into the canopy.
We had a very much needed fun day. No chores (until we got home), no school work, no computers. Just us wandering around the woods. Nice.