Pleasantly rested after our miniature camping trip, we spent the afternoon at a local park. Despite my lifelong attempt to avoid all things relating to the playing of American football, I found myself attempting to learn how to throw one. I felt like a success when I was able to throw the ball such that the pointy end was leading, rather than positioned perpendicular to the ball’s trajectory.
I went through all the effort of bringing my camera to the park, thinking I could get some interesting action pictures, but neglected to bring my memory card. Lacking this critical piece of equipment I was reduced to the cell phone camera.
We saw a squirrel with the bushiest tail I have ever seen. If tail size indicates the extent of squirrelhood in their community, this one was king.
A simple outing like a park trip wouldn’t be complete without some kind of unexpected situation; this was provided by us losing the frisbee in the nearby scum-covered lake. After a number of attempts to use a dried palm frond to retrieve it, we realized somebody would have to wade out into the water. For some reason, Dan happened to have extra-large biohazard bags in his car. Assuming that a bag designed to contain potentially dangerous biological substances would be sufficient to keep out the pond’s selection of organisms, he fashioned booties out of the bags and boldly strode into the muck. Frisbee retrieved, mission accomplished.
