Bo knows....

Bodie attended Sports Camp last week, participating in soccer, basketball, and wiffle ball. Here are some pics from the last day.

Slugger getting ready to swing for the fence.

SMACK! It's going...going...going...somewhere.

Yep. Knocked the sh*t out of that one.

Bo is waiting to get his "Certificate of Achievement."

That evening, I congratulated Bodie on his "Certificate of Achievement" and told him it was very special. He looked at me and said, "It's not that special, Daddy, everyone got one including the kid who broke his arm." He's ruthless.

True story about the perils of having your child raised by an Obsessive Compulsive Grandmother:

During the wiffle ball finale, Bodie was playing pitcher even though the kids were hitting off of a tee. A young batsman took a mighty swing and knocked the ball a few feet in front of home plate while simultaneously knocking the tee over. Bodie raced in from the mound, ran right past the ball, grabbed the fallen tee, set it back up properly, then turned around, scooped up the ball and threw the kid out at first.

JAWS!!!!

Mack is almost 12, he's hitting puberty in full stride, so it must be time for....BRACES!

He's just being shy.

Bodie is always willing to help out.

Check out that grill.

Switchbacks and Caves - Wildwood Hike

While Andrea was off drinking mimosas with the girls(late birthday brunch), Mack, Zeke, Bo, Alex, and I went for a hike in Wildwood Park.

Setting Off

Climbing towards the switchbacks up the bluff.

Mack taking the lead up the switchback portion of the Santa Rosa trail.

Typically too cool for hiking, Zeke seemed to enjoy the day.

The "Little General" giving the marching orders. Mack is having none of it.

On the way down to the Indian Cave.

Zeke and Alex.

Finally, the cave.

Bo leading the way into the mouth of the Indian Cave.

Devil or Angel? Maybe a little of both.

As the boys were crossing the Troll Bridge, Mack's keen eyes spotted a 3 foot gopher snake down below.

Hiking back out of the valley, Bodie stopped to perch on a fence.

Hiking out.

Overall, the boys were well behaved. However, on the hike out they began to sing a song(read: screaming at the top of their lungs) to taunt a family with youngsters ahead of us. The song:

A,B,C,D,E,F,G,
Barney is my enemy,
Stick a rifle up his nose,
Pull the trigger, there he goes,
A,B,C,D,E,F,G,
Barney is my enemy.

The family ahead of us looked back, alarmed, and quickened their pace.

I took the one less traveled by,

...and that has made all of the difference.

Rode my bike to the ocean and back. Not sure of the stats, but I think I rode 22-24 miles, and climbed 2500-3000 feet in and out of Sycamore Canyon.

As you can see, the parking lot was packed. Clearly, I was in the "more traveled by" section.

Through the field...

Past Boney Mountain...

And ten miles later, I was at the Pacific.

The ride to the ocean was filled with hikers, bikers, and horses. On the way back, I chose the Overlook trail which climbs 1200+ feet in around 3 miles. Nothing crazy steep, but enough to thin out the crowd. Here is a view of the beach(above picture) about half way up the climb.

View from the top of the Overlook trail towards home.

Towards the ocean.

Took the Backbone singletrack down from the Overlook trail. This section was about 2+miles of berms, drops, and sweet flowing trail. I was almost at the bottom when I remembered to take a picture.
Overall a very tiring, but great ride.

Mountain Biking with Tony - 104 Fahrenheit

Took a quick spin through Malibu Creek Park with Tony - stopped at the MASH site on the way through. It was so hot, we both drained our 100 oz Camelbaks in less than an hour and a half.