In order to avoid going crazy in the Harold house and privately hoping an adventure of sorts might jar something loose, we wound up in the Santa Cruz mountains over the weekend. First we went to Scott's Valley for some fine dining (Subway sandwiches and Jamba Juice) but we eventually ended up in Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park.
For all you dendrochronology fans, the redwood (pictured left with turquoise pregnant lady) has over 10,000 rings, that is 8000 more rings than it had at the start of Leslie's pregnancy
We did a brief one mile waddle through the forest before cruising over to the Santa Cruz boardwalk. Here is some evidence of said boardwalk:
When did cell phone status change from "player" to "dork"?
Cocky about the pending birth
My continuing inability to keep my eyes open when digital cameras have flash
Awww! OMG! BFF!! KIT! ROTFLMAO!
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