Riverbed

As I mentioned earlier, we went to the Salinas Riverbed a few days after Christmas. Dave had to work, so it was just me and the kids.

My boys love to go there because they like to look for stuff. They are sure that one day they will find an arrowhead or some cool fossil, and that is because they know people who have.

They didn't find anything cool this time, (Spencer reminded me that he did find a big tooth, which he thought was cool; plus they have found other things in the past, such as an old railroad nail and oar), but they all managed to find a stick they couldn't live without. What is it about little boys and sticks?

Dallin had fun whittling a stick with his new pocket knife.

There's Levi's sad eye, with a laceration and bruising from the tub accident and goopiness from the RSV. He was surprisingly happy, all things considered.

 He especially liked throwing rocks into the water. Another little boy obsession.

Which progresses to skipping rocks - it never gets old.

After we were there awhile, a shady looking shirtless guy appeared out of no where and asked us if we'd found any fish. It was too cold not to be wearing a shirt, so that was odd. We decided it was time to leave.

There was sadness in the car when I made them leave their sticks and rocks there, but at least Spencer got a water sample to look at under his new microscope.