Fairmont Park is the biggest urban park in the country and we live ten minutes away from it. In six years, we may have explored 5% of what it has to offer. This morning, I loaded R. into the car with picnic and nature basket (her dollar store easter egg basket) and we went for a walk in the woods. We parked at the Japanese House and wandered along paths filling the basket with stones, sticks and at one point, broken glass (quickly removed). We lifted logs and stones for bugs. The jackpot was under a particularly large rock which covered some very active worms. I love that R. has absolutely no qualms in toughing and examining bugs. I really try not to squeal as she squeezes a pillbeetle or picks up a worm, but my stomach does go over.
We didn't see another soul the entire time. Following random paths we discovered a huge "treehouse" structure (below) perched 100 feet over a gorge of oaks and redwoods. Our private picnic spot. Yes, we could still hear the traffic on 76, but at times it was drowned out by cicadas in the trees.
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