San Francisco Days 6 & 7

Okay, so I may have exaggerated a little in the previous post.  There were no bear attacks that night, or the next (which for the record...was much better once the initial fear dissipated. Oh, and also because I downed a powerful sleeping pill. That might have had a little something to do with it.)

In case you were wondering- here's what the yurt looked like on the inside.

[And yes, Ryan is wearing only undies. Even on top of a very cold mountain. As my brother Joey pointed out, "I used to think Ryan wore nothing but underwear because Hawaii is so hot...I can see now that's not the case."]  ;-)

Our second day there, we returned to the park, so we could...

Get the obligatory park entrance sign picture!  (Ryan was snoozing the first day we passed it.)

Go bear hunting!  No luck on that front, but we did find an old, abandoned  helicopter that Ryan clambered up into and excitedly exclaimed (and I quote) "This is in tip top shape!"  Hmm.  

See plenty of deer!  There is no shortage of deer in the park.  I think we spotted deer every hour.

Play in the snow again!  (Psst...great aim for a 3-year old, right?)

Make snow angels!

Play mini golf (Ryan's first time)! 

The next day we checked out of our yurt and made the long drive back down the hill (this time, with half a Bonine in my system...as I really wanted this to be a rare, puke-free vacation).

Not the best wing man on road trips.

But instead of heading back to the city as planned, we decided to make a spontaneous trip to Fairfield. We figured we'd use the side trip to could soak up a little extra culture...because what's that saying by Seneca again?  Ah yes... Travel and change impart new vigor to the mind...  

So what did we do?

We hit up McDonalds, the JellyBelly Factory and an outlet mall! Woot! Woot!   I felt smarter instantly.

In our defense...the little guy sat in his car seat for a very, very long time.  And I don't think there is ANYTHING this child loves more, than a grimy, 90-degree, bacteria infested McDonald's play land.  Nothing.

Astute, loyal blog readers may remember that we were just at the Jelly Belly Factory last year.  Astute, loyal blog readers may also know that we are total suckers for our little guy.  So when somebody piped up from the backseat and asked if we could go again, Daddy practically swerved and did a 180 on the freeway so we could back head over there. 

Because we were at the outlet mall for so long (there was a New Balance & Columbia!), we spent the night there.  Here's a picture of our son enjoying a little siesta on his bed. Clearly he had a rough day eating fistfuls of jellybeans and all...