Erin and Adrian Go to Sonoma

The kids had a rare Monday off yesterday, and rather than stay home, or go to the movies, or meet up with friends, I decided that it had been too long since we’d gone on a day trip, so we drove to Sonoma.

My ulterior motive was to bring my camera with me and take some pictures at the Mountain Cemetery, just on the outskirts of town. I remembered it was beautiful there, both for the grounds and the view of the valley it offered from the side of the mountain.

We arrived in the early afternoon, after a late start, and immediately went to the little park and train museum. The museum was closed, it being a Monday afternoon in the winter months, and the playground was designed for very small children. But kids can play on anything, and there were swings and trees and a train.

Later, we attempted to visit the cemetery, but rain started to fall, so I opted to take them to lunch. We ate at an Irish pub downtown, because I am a good Irish dad with no real sense of what the date is (it was the day before St. Patrick’s Day). After lunch, they played at the park in the square, this one with structures appropriate for their ages. Then we returned to the cemetery.

We didn’t get to spend as much time there as I’d hoped, but we made the most of it. The kids were very interested in the different ways people are interred, how old some graves are (one Revolutionary War veteran is buried there), and the things people leave as tokens.

Here are some pictures, if you like that sort of thing. (From Flickr)

The Young Girl and the Sea (Er…Lake)

The second part of our trip has taken us to upstate New York. Way upstate. So far upstate that you can hit Canada with a rock. We are staying at what turns out to be a fishing resort: they take people out on the St. Lawrence River to go fishing in their boat, and they have a stocked lake on site. The kids found that lake right away.

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Erin has been begging me all week to take her fishing in the lake. She’s never done it before (and I have fished maybe three times in my life, including all of the years I lived in this very area), so I was a little cautious, but also no match for her infectious enthusiasm for things she’s never tried. (She ordered, ate, and enjoyed escargot for the first time last night, too. This kid…)

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Upon being told that escargot is snail. “Whatever.”

We borrowed some fishing poles, and then this morning we went down to the lake. Erin practiced casting her line over and over and over and over (she wanted to get it “perfect” before putting a worm on the line, she said), and then the real test began.

She baited.

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She waited.

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She waited.

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Worm after worm disappeared into the lake, as tiny guppies nibbled around the edges, dislodging them and denying Erin her prize.

She was dejected.

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But she tried again. And again. And again.

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And then, a tug! A pull! A violent and desperate exchange of willpower, ideals, and spirit! Can it? Can she? Will she?

Totally.

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Not having prepared ourselves for the eventuality of her actually catching a damned fish, we had no bucket. And Emily didn’t want me cooking anything finned in the hotel room. So I removed the hook and tossed the fish back in the water, to live out its days regaling its fishy friends about the time it was caught by a human this big.