Tales
hiking with a record number of banana slugs
In April, Opa and Oma flew in from Minnsota for a weekend visit… and boy, were their arms tired! (Hey, time for some bad Justin dad jokes!)
Oma swooped in first, and got to experience one of our milder "let's take our kids back and forth across Berkeley (and periodically San Francisco) to classes all day" guantlets. Koda's soccer in the morning, then Koda's gymnastics, then Terren's gymnastics with Koda's ballet, then Terren's softball game. Then we wrapped up the night picking up some fresh beef sold by a hipster with tight jeans and a waxed curled mustache at the "Local Butcher Shop" and then enjoying a warm evening barbecue in our backyard.
The next day, the old folks were game for an adventuous hike, one just south of Half Moon Bay. It was a tranquil hike along a creek among the redwoods-- and the girls finally gave up counting banana slugs when they reached 74. As Terren said, "7, because I'm 7, and 4, because Koda's 4!" Unfortunately, the "look out bench" that Justin thought was a great target for the top of the hike to enjoy the ocean view turned out to be a view of the sides of a bunch of tree trunks. Nice.
Fotunately, we caught dinner at "Anchor & Hope" in San Francisco… some of the best fancy fish & chips and raw oyseters we've ever had. Yum.
