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:: Yosemite

Yosemite National Park. Check.

[ Blink blink blink goes the cursor in my editor. What exactly did we do there? Amy volunteers to write this one, if I agree to watch Benjamin for an hour. While tedious, watching Benjamin sounds a lot easier than writing, so Amy's taking this post. ]

So yeah.. after three years of living in California we finally made it out to Yosemite National Park. And not just us, but all four of our parents as well. We figured Benjamin needed to see all of his grandparents at once so he doesn't get them confused with each other later on.

Craig's dad found a really nice "cabin" (actually a fully-equipped house) on the far side of the park. It had 3 bedrooms so we all piled in together. We arrived around dinner time, so the first order of business was to drink several whiskey sours each. Well, Craig and Amy went easy on the booze, knowing Benjamin would be waking them up several times in the night, as well as bright and early the next morning. Hahaha. Guess who was hung over the next morning? Not Craig and Amy! Not Benjamin! It was then that somebody read the cabin's "high altitude orientation" pamphlet, which basically advised no alcohol for the first 24 hours, lots of water, and plenty of rest. It didn't mention whiskey and wine as recommended ways to adjust.

After a low-key breakfast, we all headed out to see the natural wonders we were supposedly surrounded by. Ever since moving to California, we had been hearing about how breathtakingly amazing the Yosemite Valley is. It's only 3 hours from Livermore, so we figured we would get out there one of these weekends. It turns out everyone was right, and Yosemite really is one of the most beautiful places we've ever seen. Why hadn't we come here sooner? Why are we such slackers?

We hit all the major sights that were accessible by very short hikes from the main road. Bridal Veil Falls, which was impressively torrential from the spring thaw, Yosemite Falls, an overlook of the whole valley, and various views of the mountains towering over us, including the ever-present Half Dome. We kept trying (with no success) to find rock climbers on the face of the cliffs with the zoom on our camera.

The second day we drove up to Glacier Point, which provided even more breathtaking views, this time from a very high altitude. We lingered at the two overlooks all morning. There's really not a good way to describe how impressive the valley is. We didn't want to leave, but after some restorative ice cream, we wound our way back down the mountain. After lunch at the cabin, we decided Benjamin needed some time to roll around on the floor and play, rather than continue being strapped into his car seat. So we stayed behind while the grandparents went to see what was yet another natural wonder, the giant redwoods of Mariposa Grove.

That night we had a very good dinner at the Mountain Room, which is the Park's second-nicest restaurant. We weren't completely at ease with the thought of taking a 6 month old to the Ahwahnee Dining Room, which is described as "the crown jewel of Yosemite dining." Yeah, not with a baby, no thanks! The Mountain Room was awesome, not too formal with great food.

The next morning we went our separate ways -- Craig's parents continued going north, on their way to Glacier National Park in Montana, while the rest of us made our way home. Maybe next we can all go to Hawaii together!

Amy thinks Benjamin is a more compelling sight
than the gorgeous panorama in front of her.

More pictures can be found in our Kodak Gallery. Check out Yosemite Day 1 and Day 2.

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:: S.F. Ferries

Amy's mom was in town and it was a beautiful day out, so we headed down to San Francisco to try something different- the bay ferries. The four of us (Amy, Benjamin, Amy's mom, and I) drove down to Jack London Square (near Oakland) and caught the ferry to Embarcaderro. The ride was a little chilly, but it was a lot of fun to arrive at the city by boat.

At Embarcaderro we caught the tail end of the morning's farmer's market and met up with Genevieve. While we were there, Frontier Airlines had a weird advertising thing to promote their new comfortable seats. A troop of six people dressed in airline seat costumes walked around and did a little dance while a flight attendant talked about how great their seats were. Occasionally the seats would walk up behind a kid and pretend like they were going to scoop them up. Oh yeah, and they'd swing their little armrests around as part of their dance. Weird.

After reviewing the ferry schedules at Embarcaderro, we realized that we needed to go down to fisherman's wharf if we wanted to go anywhere anytime soon. Fortunately, we'd bought the extra ($1) "short hop" tickets for the ferry to the wharf, so we didn't have to take a (packed) trolley. At fisherman's wharf, we waited around for a long time and then caught the ferry out to Tiburon (Tiburon is across the bay on the peninsula that the Golden Gate Bridge connects to, and is the town next to Sausalito).

Due to poor planning, we stranded ourselves in Tiburon for a long time. We thought we'd be able to just stay on the ferry and ride back without getting off at Tiburon, but that didn't work out and we were forced to hand around Tiburon for a couple of hours. Outside of a train museum, there wasn't that much to do in Tiburon, so we just found a cool spot in the shade and played with Benjamin.

The ferry finally came and picked us up (plus about a hundred bikers) for the trip back. We jumped ship at the wharf and climbed aboard a boat taking us back to Jack London Square. Overall, the ferries were a great way to kill some time around San Francisco (especially if it's warm outside). However, I think we'll spend a little more time plotting out ferry schedules before we set off next time.

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:: Weekend in L.A.

I've been jonsing to leave the house again, so for this Memorial day weekend we set our sites on Los Angeles. Why LA? Two reasons. First, my brother Todd was in Long Beach this week for a Lazers conference and had some free time at the end of the week. Second, we've been talking with Douglas and Diane on and off about a visit, and discovered that they were going to be free for parts of the weekend. The way schedules worked out this year, I also had both Friday and Monday off, so we set out late Thursday to see how far south we could make it.

It wasn't long into the drive that I began regretting a decision I had made earlier in the day to have the Golf's cracked windshield replaced. If you've never had your windshield replaced, they basically just pop the thing out and glue a new one in its place. Outside of a couple flimsy metal tabs, the expoxy is really the only thing keeping the windshield attached to your car. The reason why it wasn't such a bright idea to replace the windshield just before a long drive is that the epoxy takes a long time to dry and smells pretty bad. It wasn't all that threatening, but my child-raising instincts nagged at me the whole time- I kept thinking of scenarios where we'd all pass out and I'd drive the car off a cliff. I also kept worrying that the glue wasn't strong enough and the strong gusts of wind in the central valley were going to somehow blow the windshield off the car. Needless to say, I was happy when we finally pulled off of I-5 to stay at hotel for the night.

Friday morning we got up and joined the masses that were skipping out of work early to rush off on holiday. We made good time until we hit the edge of L.A., where everything came to a crawl. Unfortunately, our first destination was at the opposite end of L.A. in Long Beach, so we didn't have much choice but to endure it. We were able to cleverly jog around a long stretch of stalled traffic, thanks to Amy's navigation skills, but still, we didn't get to our hotel until 2pm. We got in touch with Todd and spent the afternoon walking around Long Beach. Later that evening Douglas and Diane drove all the way down from Glendale to hang out with us. While Amy had to stay back at the hotel to watch over Benjamin while he slept, the rest of us went to a restaurant on the water that was pretty happening. It was kind of interesting having three differnet national labs represented at the table- we all griped about lab politics and how lab life isn't what any of us thought it would be.

Saturday, Amy and I packed up and drove around LA somewhat aimlessly. It's always funny to be back in LA- I forget how big it is and how many roads and towns there are. We stopped off in Pasadena to see what's changed in the last 5 years. I barely recognized any of it, except Cal Tech and the downtown. It seems a lot more city-like now, but I think that's only because Livermore is so small. From there we headed over to Glendale and checked into the Hilton. The Hilton was pricey, but we figured that we might as well stay somewhere nice, now that we don't travel so much. They put us up high in a nice room, which was pretty nice. Douglas and Diane came over and we hung out by the pool for a while, and then went out to a restaurant way up in the hills. In accordance with LA laws, the restaurant had a good view so it only had to provide mediocre food. The views were worth it though- we took turns taking Benjamin outside to look at the valley's sprawl from above.

Sunday we met up with Douglas and Diane again for a picnic lunch in the park. Heh, we learned that while Amy and I had pretty much collapsed upon returning to the hotel, they had gone out to see a movie and have a snack. Oh yeah, we used to do stuff like that. It's amazing just how fast things change when you have a child.

Rather than drive back with everyone else, Amy and I hit the road on Sunday afternoon. We took the Coastal route back, since I-5 is so boring. Traffic was bad in LA so it took a long time to get going. We stopped in Santa Barbara to walk around and have dinner at a cool vegetarian co-op. The rest of the drive back was pretty rough- Benjamin really lost it while we were still a couple of miles from home. We stopped at a gas station in the middle of nowhere to get out and walk around. The lady working the counter was really nice and talked with us a while about kids. Funny how kids are this universal conversation starter. No matter how different people are, everyone seems to be the same when you start talking about raising kids. The stop calmed Benjamin down and made that last leg of the drive bearable.

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:: Charting Out Benjamin's Life

Life has been a blur since Benjamin was born. By that I don't mean that time has really been flying by. No, instead I mean that the events over the last five months have all blended together into one giant memory that's tough to sort out. My inner dialog often sounds like something Hunter S. Thompson would say. "By God, What month is it? Has summer gone by yet? And why is my shirt wet? What's been going on here?" If we didn't have pictures (and an occasional web post) I'd be completely lost with the timeline. It's this oddball sleep schedule that's doing us in- it's hard to separate one day from the next when there isn't any firm boundary on when the day starts or ends.

One of the things that Amy's been doing to get a better handle on things is to document all the basic events that happen in Benjamin's day-to-day baby life. Since the end of January she's been tracking his hourly activities in a giant ledger pad that we bought at Office Max. Any time he eats, sleeps, or poops, she marks it down on the day's chart.

Sure it sounds obsessive, but it's done wonders for our sanity. It's extremely satisfying to be able to look at the chart and figure out where the time has been going. Why do I feel so tired? Oh, because we apparently got up 3 times last night. Why is Benjamin so cranky? Hmm.. could be that he hasn't crapped in three days (that can't be good). While Amy can always tell you the most current statistics off the top of her head, neither of us can remember more than a day or two back in time.

Ok, so realistically I doubt that we'll ever go back through the charts and try to make sense of the data. In fact, while looking through the last couple of weeks, the only thing I could think of was "this does not convey just how little sleep it feels like we're getting". But.. the meticulous charting gives us something to do that feels like we're accomplishing something. It's like we're part of some big, hectic government project that requires an insane amount of paperwork. I wonder how hard it would be to install a pneumatic tube messaging system throughout the house. I'll bet that would triple the resale value of this place. And why is my shirt still wet? Yes. Precisely.

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:: Black Widows

While California is a great place to live and all, it should be noted that everything relating to nature out here is in some way or another deadly to humans. For example all wild mushrooms (and many snakes) are poisonous. There are mountain lions in the nearby foothills that like to snack on mountain bikers. There aren't any tigers, but there are plenty of bears, oh my. Sharks. All along the coast, snacking on surfers. From the air you've got the constant Western Scrub-Jay threat. Scrub Jays look like blue birds, but they'll swoop down and steal your french fries when you're not looking. I hear they'll also peck your eyes out if you don't offer them the appropriate amount of ketchup to go with the fries.

And then of course there are the spiders. It's a desert-like climate out here, so tarantulas live in the hills (they say you often see them crossing the road that goes up Mt. Diablo). Tarantuals look pretty scary, but the Brown Recluse spider is much worse. The BR's bite isn't severe at first so most people don't do anything until it's too late. You can find your own "exploding thumb" pictures on the web, but needless to say BR bites get nasty. Yuck. Last but not least, there's the well-known black widow.

Up until recently, I thought I'd know a black widow if I ever saw one. Last year, I saw some weird black spiders behind the garage, but thought, "Nah, they can't be black widows 'cause they don't have any hourglass marks on their backs." Doah. What I didn't know was that the hourglass is actually on the underside of the spider. Yeah.. so, we've got black widows, all right. And a lot of them apparently. In addition to the two I saw last year, I found one this month making a web across the top of our front door (btw, the web is another dead give away- it's strong and sticky). I also found two more big ones in the garage by the mail chute. I carefully caught one of them in a Tupperware container (well, I actually caught the front door one beforehand, but I accidentally left the Tupperware on the front porch in the sun. Completely charred. Wow). Amy took the live spider to a friend of a friend that runs a "dangerous local spiders" exhibit at the fair (so kids know what to avoid). The exhibit guy said the spider was the biggest black widow that he'd seen, and that it was creepy that the spider was on her web in the middle of the day (they usually only come out at night). Chances are that this one was pregnant and about to give birth to a bazillion babies.

While we can appreciate the wonders of parenthood in nature, we decided that we really needed to watch out for our own family. We got a local exterminator to come and check our place out (heh, he answered the phone with "John Holland Extermination, what's bugging you?"). During his inspection he caught 7 more black widows, which was troubling even to him. Amy and I aren't big on chemicals (especially with Benjamin around), but after all these spiders.. well.. screw it- "I say we nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure."

So yeah, that's California I guess. Outrageous home prices, rainless summers, mindless celebrities, and deadly spiders. Could be worse, I suppose. Could be cockroaches.

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