We did an amazing thing recently. Some might say crazy instead of amazing. Those people might be right.
On June 23rd, we packed up our kiddos, flew to San Francisco, rented a minivan, and toured parts of northern California. It was an ambitious trip – eight nights and nine days, hours of airplane travel, many more hours on the road, five different hotels, and lots of packing and unpacking. We hiked through the sequoias and over rocky mountain paths in Yellowstone, wandered the beaches along Monterey Bay, and ogled penguins and jellyfish at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. We saw deer, chipmunks, squirrels, sea lions, sea otters, harbor seals, and a lone coyote. We walked the hilly streets of San Francisco, played in the Exploratorium, and visited the sea lions at Pier 39.
And we ate…and ate…and then ate some more.
Much of what we ate looked like this:
We chased all of that food down with cupcakes or ice cream. Or any other sweet treat the children charmed us into buying…because weren’t they just so adorable and hard to resist when they asked so kindly? And weren’t we on a vacation, where calories and fat content don’t count?
September 9, 1994 – July 3, 2012