Saturday Night Fever

If the workload at my job comes in waves I'm currently caught on the inside of a big winter swell at Mavericks.  She just isn't letting up.  That said, if I don't get out, even for  a few hours, I will shrivel up like a California rasin.

Yosemite Sara wants a pickup truck and a dog.  For now she will have to live with a Subaru and a stinky dude.

Last weekend Kevin's wife Laura was out of town and Kevin was home alone for the weekend taking care of their daughter Riley.  Unlike most fathers Kevin thought this would be the best time to cook up a camping trip.  Emails went out and the plan was set.  We'd all meet up on a beach in Tomales Bay near Point Reyes.  Some would paddle kayaks in and others would hike.

Hauling in beer and firewood.  That's what friends are for.

Unfortunately I had to work Saturday and Sunday.  So Sara and I decided to hike in a few beers, meet up with the crew by the campfire and escape back to civilization under the cover of night.  And that is just what we did.

Riley is on track to be the hardest core person I know.

And we are out!