Archive for July, 2011

A Carmel Weekend w/ Grandma

Sunday, July 31st, 2011

 

On the way back from the Farmer’s Market, we stopped off at Epi for a free cup of water.

Birthday present ideas, anyone?

We stopped off at one of NorCal’s nicest beaches and the sand was so soft!

Dad and Page soaking in the sights.

Taking a dip in the freezing cold water, Page didn’t seem to notice.

Awwww! Someone around to take a pic of us 🙂

Late night shenanigans at the cottage rental. Too much excitement to go to sleep.

Stopped off at the Corkscrew Restaurant for some of Carmel Valley’s finest.

The Gibson’s. So cute.

Grandma having a wine sampler.

Tractor ride from vineyard to vineyard

Passport Page Post

Friday, July 22nd, 2011

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Walkin’ the walk

Sunday, July 17th, 2011

deserves a round of applause!

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Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

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Do two steps count?

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

Camel riding at Yerba Buena

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011

My best three days

Sunday, July 3rd, 2011

“Dada” and “Dada” took me up Highway 4 into the Sierra Nevadas.

We checked into the Stanislaus National Forest Ranger Headquarters where I saw stuffed bobcats, squirrels, coyotes. Then we went up to camp at Wakalu Hep Yo above the class 4-6 Stanislaus River. We hiked the Arnold Rim Trail to the the San Antonio Falls overlook, did some rockclimbing, hiked up beside the Stanislaus River, avoided being shot by Korean rednecks, checked out Bear Valley, found Sarah and her family at Alpine Lake, played with Paco the “Gaga” and Sam the “Gaga”, camped on the patio of a cabin overlooking a swelling creek, hiked the Arnold Rim Trail again, had a swim in the dam, surfed on a boogie board, and watched the fire helicopters “Caca” filling up, tasted pork ribs, had a dance party, played the drums, played with Miles, helped the kids colour-in their masks, climbed a ridge above Lake Alpine, slid down the snow underneath it, got some bark, moss and a little pinecone to play with, giggled uncontrollably when my feet hit the cold water of the lake, saw a bald eagle “Caca”, danced to country music in a sweltering country bar, talked to Uncle Peter on the phone, and I was a trooper on the long drive home.