Santa Teresa County Park

I went for a short wet hike yesterday in the hills by my house...




I can see my mom from up here. "Hey Ma, get off the dang roof!"...

flying red skulls

Joseph D. Grant park

On Saturday, I headed over to the hills on the other side of the valley for a mountain bike ride. The road was steep winding and narrow. I was wondering where this place was as I went further back in the hills. Finally, I found it and headed up a steep trail into the low laying clouds.

























Some barbs are made by nature and some by man....


This is where I turned around and headed back .....

Crawdaddy

Saturday night I had dinner at Crawdaddy. I ordered a pound of the namesake little critters and an order of sweet potato fries. The fries were delicious. The best part of the crawdads was the tail. After ordering my grub I was given a bib and a whole roll of paper towels. My only complaint was the music. Instead of playing zydeco or Hank Williams or any other remotely appropriate music I heard both Gwen Stefani and Lady Gaga.

Bag o bugs....


"Get me outta here"....


a biggin....

Alviso

Yesterday I took a bike ride at the Alviso county park and took photos of crap that I thought looked cool. The ride is a 9 mile loop. There was no wind so it was an easy ride. Once I got about a mile from the parking lot I hardly saw a soul. Avoid this place after a rain, though, because the trail turns into very sticky mud.





Looks like another angel fell from Heaven and lost it's wings...


I saw a lot of these configurations of sticks stuck in the mud. Obviously, someone comes out and does this. I am guessing it must be some shore side version of the hippies that stack rocks n the hills...




and of course, more of my favorite weathered posts and battered wood....

















a 3 hour tour, a 3 hour tour.....




Pickleweed, used by the Ohlones to flavor their food...


Bayside Canning, this is where Bayside High students expelled by Mr. Belding would toil...


Evidence of frolicking...




Rust monster...









Skin Deep, smelled like something r someone had died inside of this place....


The levee. You will observe that the levee is dry. That's pretty much the purpose of a levee. I don't know what Don McLean was so bummed about. Did he have some kind of amphibious Chevy?....


Out in the distance I sped some rundown buildings. I was pretty sure it was the ghost town of Drawbridge. Some missing tooth dude fishing near there told me "There ain't no Drawbridge, that's old Alviso"...