There's a lot to be said for this sign. I could use it in my living room.
This is it! Evan's Bridge. That's what we call it, because as far as we're concerned, he built it. And this was my first trip over it. Trust the Maker! Evan was the most Lego-centric child I ever encountered. Smart. Cute as heck. Now, he and his sweet wife have two boys, and lots of Legos, I imagine.
Perspective: Remember this lesson in Drawing I?
From Evan's bridge, looking across at where we drove for the last 100 or so years, and the massive, chain fabric which was strung up there in an attempt to keep the rocks on the mountain.
Having never been this high, or in this spot... this is a peek at a part of the Eel River which I have never seen. And, right now, it really is that color. Oh. My kayak. I think that I am going out and dust it, and de-spider it, pack a sandwhich and head out. Well, pretty soon. When Wayne and I went down the Eel from Benbow to Redway, we saw no people, no trash, and two river otters came out from behind an enormous Redwood to see what we were doing there.
The pictures above were going North. Here, coming back South... I guess Evan's bridge is really Minnie's. Sorry.
And here we are, tailgating Aunt Whacky. See her in the RRmirror? The little tiny guy riding shotgun is Unc Scott.
Okay. That was yesterday. Today was Annie and Thomas's first T-Ball game. Ah yes. We have all been to these hilarious events, and today I was reminded once again that "start where you are" is certainly a wise adage.
To begin, Thomas lost his mitt. It is somewhere. Not here.
Annie may give Lola a run for awesome pitcher, for now she is getting her aim in gear. Sort of.
This is coaching in its highest form.
As is this. You see? Second base is THAT way!
Could any adult swing a bat and balance a 40lb helmet on their head? Thomas hit the ball!
Whew. Two whole innings. Done; not a moment too soon.
I can tell this is going to be a great baseball season.