It doesn't get any better than this: I woke up to kid-made poems and a new smoker box for the BBQ while Gina made a picnic lunch. We drove out two hours to the windy but sunny Sonoma coast to find the wooly mammoth rocks I had read about online. It wasn't hard to find -- the rocks are smooth on the south side, from waist high up to 20' or so. It also wasn't hard imagining them walking around the plains during the last ice age. Afterwards, we drove to Petaluma for a trip to the bookstore and then to Lagunitas for an early dinner outside while listening to music. Thanks Gina, you're the best...
