Coming back to central California last week from an eventful ski trip to Utah was like traveling from Alaska to Hawaii.
One day I got long underwear creeping up my bum and the next I ain’t wearing any.
Hey, it’s not like that–I was wearing my kayak swim shorts.
Anyway, at my age, if I let the boys run loose I could get wrapped up like a couple of tetherballs around a post.
After the bad rap a gang of geese–or more correctly, a gaggle–got (remember the recent story: airliner got goosed over the Hudson) my daughter and I got the kayaks out of their winter slumber and we ventured back toLake Solano for a magnificent day of bird watching.
And except for one person we passed on our way out, we had the entire lake to ourselves.
I mean, who in their right mind would kayak in the middle of winter?
But, as we all know here in California, this isn’t much of a winter.
Hell, when I got back home I noticed my neighbor mowing his lawn…IN JANUARY!
That just isn’t right.
Oh, one more thing: around those fabulous flocks of fowl, I would suggest you wear a hat to avoid a splat.