Book Binding

I'd love to be able to do this. A future hobby in the works.

Clearlake

Mom, G, and I went up to Clearlake to visit the grandparents at the end of July. It was soon after we found out Papa is having his second go-round with cancer. P was exhausted, but I did get to accompany him on a brief "walk" around their concrete yard. Many childhood summer memories revolve around the lake. Sleeping on the deck, being covered in algae after a swim, family reunions, fishing...

Lately visits involve boxes. Boxes, boxes, and more boxes. Equal parts overwhelming and hilarious!

Papa in his garage man-cave.

Warthog

Before we left for camping I went out to the barn to grab a tent. I nearly fell over as I rounded a corner pile and was greeted by this sight.

I almost died, for a brief instant I may have thought my family was drying out a giant carcass in the barn. It is obviously not real, but an excellent prop replica for the local play C1 was doing production for. Never a dull moment in the barn!

Pescadero Beach

On our homeward journey from Memorial Park we stopped at Pescadero Beach so G & L could visit a tree they were both enthusiastic about. I preferred to stay near the ocean.

There must have been some sort of building competition, as the beach was littered with driftwood domiciles. Pictured is a piece of gorgeous beach front property, 3 rooms, plenty of natural light, and fresh air.