And speaking of lounging in the park… we took the dogs and found a perfect half shaded spot just at the tree line where we laid down our blanket and soaked in the day. Gibson enjoyed rolling in something that I’m hoping wasn’t poop and Bailey pined for the gophers living in dirt mounds just out of her reach.

We shared a huge turkey/avocado/bacon sandwich on dutch crunch bread and watched fellow park goers play a round of drunken wiffle ball.  Later, a man of questionable mind yelled at Brent “You San Franciscans will do anything for attention!” because he was wearing orange shoelaces.