Our journey to Berkeley started on Friday when we set up camp at Anthony Chabot Regional Park in Castro Valley.
Dad pitched the tent while we made fairy and bug houses for the littlest critters sharing the campground with us.
We went for a “hike.” (Translation: We walked about .25 miles while the boys constantly asked when it was time to go back to camp.)
The boys tried out their new Nerf guns. (Household Nerf gun tally as of current date: 8)
And tried to capture bugs in the setting sun.
The next day I awoke to the sound of wild turkeys. Then a not so wild turkey started making noises in our tent. Since we were probably the first ones up at the campground we wrote a story as Dad took down camp.
And found more bugs to leave in the bug houses.
And finally – it was time for Adventure Playground. I’ve been waiting so many years to take them.
There are only two playgrounds like it left in the United States. It’s been written up in publications like Newsweek, National Geographic and the Boston Globe as one of the top play spaces in the nation. And it didn’t disappoint.
They Dad quickly earned a hammer.
They earned some paint.
They made a mailbox.
Eli rode the zipline as Fin eagerly watched.
“I want to LIVE here!” Fin exclaimed.
My sentiments exactly, Fin.