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All the kids wanted to do today was swim! It was a bit hotter today so we were happy to oblige.
We finally managed to get the three boys kitted out for the wedding, they are going to look quite dashing if I do say so myself :)
We went to a local park too to meet up with an old friend. Emma used to look after her kids when they were brand new (they are now teenagers, nearly adults!!!) Holly had her dog with her which was a big ...
... a local grower who lived nearby. He kindly showed us his farm of Prunes & Walnuts. His soil is a silty loam and is between 6 and 12 metres deep. Pretty much ideal for tree crops. Plenty of problems with irrigation water this year as the drought is in full swing although Joe said he was OK but not sure about next year. Then we took another quick drive back into Sacramento to meet with the California Dried Plum Board. Very interesting information about ...
... a table and chairs, and set up huge plastic bottles as targets. We then sat there for over an hour whilst I tried to fit in as much beer as possible to give me the confidence to shoot.
In total I probably shot about four bullets.... I really don't like bangs. After moving the target much closer I managed to get one water bottle... woo! Stress!
After this we packed up everything and dropped stuff off at Ben's parents' house and then made our way back ...
... I wasn't particularly happy about this.
That evening I was taken to an American bar which is typically frequented after work. I literally felt like I had stepped into a film set it was so clichéd, the bartender was blond with fake boobs, the inside of the place was covered in pro-hunting posters, stickers and memorabilia and strong political messages, they were also some mounted animal heads around, a pool table and a built in ...
... the thread of the plot sometimes, as Peter says. It's tough being old whether you're a person or a dog.
So we hit the road. 700 miles to Bryce and the thing we didn't realize ( or I didn't realize anyway) is that driving east at six am means you're heading on a beeline straight into the sun. Cross your fingers we don't ignite before we hit Nevada.