

Yesterday's house with the cactus wall also has cactus in the front yard. The variety of shapes and the oddities of each were fascinating.
The one on the left reminds me of my Siberian Husky when he's shedding. Or maybe a mattress with a leak...




"Say -- I'm going in a-swimming, I am. Don't you wish you could? But of course you'd druther work -- wouldn't you? Course you would!"
Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:
"What do you call work?"
"Why, ain't that work?"
Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:
"Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain't. All I know, is, it suits Tom Sawyer."
"Oh come, now, you don't mean to let on that you like it?"
The brush continued to move.
"Like it? Well, I don't see why I oughtn't to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?"
That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth -- stepped back to note the effect -- added a touch here and there -- criticised the effect again -- Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:
"Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little."


We then hiked for about 90 minutes to a large collection of boulders called "The Pinnacles" and were rewarded for our efforts with a spectacular view of the desert just northeast of Los Angeles. Here lie the towns of Barstow, Apple Valley, Hesparia, and Victorville.

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Brought to America by English settlers in colonial times, horseshoes has been an American backyard game for many of us.
I love photography, so I particularly enjoyed examining each of the pictures. All pieces were available for sale. My favorites were the two pictures on the left, above. The one on the far left is a black and white portrait called "Silence." The one in the center is called "Uncle," and is made up of pieces of several pictures cut and pasted together. 
They have authentic Mexican cuisine that we love. They grind their own chilies for their homemade sauces. My wife and I usually split a chili relleno burrito and an order of four flautas.




Mayor Guerra and a friend enjoyed a few holes of miniature golf, complete with hazards such as sand and water traps, trees, boulders, logs, miniature golf carts, and the occasional oversized pair of feet.

Mark Twain said, "Golf is a good walk spoiled." As I wandered around what seemed like miles and miles of paths through beautifully landscaped hills and lakes and trees, I wished I could come here every day for my daily walk. It's quiet and peaceful. The solitude makes this an ideal place to relax, to think, to pray.

One of the 61 bands who participated in an all-day music festival in Downey today, "My Pretty Little War" played on the lawn of the First Presbyterian Church.





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The play equipment is all brand new and much of it is tailored for the really young kids. But even the adults were trying out the "digger," below, which helps young kids develop hand-eye coordination while they're having fun. 


Of course, there were the standard blue and white striped tents lining the area. And, the food...I simply could not resist. I had both moussaka and a spanakopita! Both were yummy.