Lick

We went to the Lick Observatory in California once.  Our friend Mike drove us there, on an old, nearly one lane road up the side of Mount Hamilton.  It is a truly historic and spectacular place.  Because we happened to be there at the same time as someone actually important we were able to see certain areas that are restricted to ordinary visitors.  Also while we were there a storm rolled in.  We quickly headed back down the mountain, stopping when we could so that I could collect giant pinecones, in the snow and rain, for an as yet unrealized wreath project.  The pictures I took are almost invariably crap, but here's this one:

Tristan at the Lick Observatory

And here's the conversation that took place when I showed it to Tristan today:

Tristan:  "I don't even remember that."
Marianne:  "You don't remember going to the Lick observatory?!"
Tristan:  "I remember throwing up."
Marianne:  "What?"
Tristan:  "On the drive down the mountain, I threw up!"
Marianne:  "Ohhhh yeah." 

I don't know what else to say.  This is probably not worthy of a blog post, but what is, really?  I suggest reading about the Lick observatory and visiting if you can.  If you can stomach the white-knuckle drive there and back, of course.

bonus crap photo of usually restricted activity