Keep On Truckin'
It was only through great struggle and strife that we were finally allowed into the Bay Area Discovery Museum. We had been looking for Hawk Hill, got lost in Fort Baker and our interest was piqued when two larger than life Berenstein Bears walked by. There was a guard posted at the door (also known as Katie Wheeler) who would not allow adults to enter the museum without rigorous interrogation.
KW: You know this is a children's museum, right?
Me: Yes.
KW: But you don't have any kids with you?
Me: No.
KW: So you're meeting someone in there?
Me: No.
KW: But you realize this is a children's museum?
Me: Yes.
KW: (almost lets us in...)So, are you teachers?
Me: No, we just like children's museums. (I said as I paid my 8 dollars and crashed through the gate into oblivion.)
It was worth the ordeal, as you will see when you gaze upon the wonders:
A man sized quail!
A monument to H.P. Chapman, the man who brought all chinchillas to America.
The largest bird's nest in the world.
Make your own spider web.
But beware!
The Bird Wall.
And so much more.
We then discovered Rodeo Lagoon, a 17th century Scottish loch overrun by pelicans and surfers.
By this time we were late for our appointment with Tara, who presented us with this amazing wedding portrait that she painted. Tara and Karla spent the evening in Fairfax being candid, casual and glamourous. I just stared out the window and pondered the state of the world.
Coming tomorrow; photos of Hawk Hill (yes, we did eventually find it) and The Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival where we saw Laura Cantrell, Dolly Parton and Emmylou Harris. OK, mostly Laura Cantrell. We misunderestimated Dolly Parton's massive gay fan base in San Francisco and could not get close enough to see or hear her. The only thing I can tell you for sure is that she may have been wearing a sparkly turquoise dress and that she opened with "Nine To Five".