Memorial Day for us meant a several things: dry walling the space for our new closet, eating ridiculously delicious barbeque a la Simon every night, and Monday we spent the day at the Bandito campsite up Angeles Crest highway.
Mostly I needed to get out of the city. Fast. Sometimes a gal just gets claustrophobic. We headed up the hill for a picnic lunch and some general wandering around in the woods with no one else around.
The kids had a great time. Many sticks were inspected, pine cones were hoarded, then launched. Flowers were discussed, and hide and seek games erupted. Tree bark was prodded and Sonny Salsbury's "These Are The Trees" song was sung with enthusiasm.
Mostly we listened to the silence and breathed in the air like vitamins.
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