July 7th

“Prehistoric Gardens, look Eric dinosaurs.”
“I like dinosaurs.”
“I know, in 13 miles.”

“It’s got to be better than the walk through safari,” which from our moving southbound 101 vantage point seemed to be animals in cages.
12 miles later.

“It’s coming up.”
“Ooooh.” Prehistoric Gardens WAS in fact better than the walk though safari.

A very tall stoned looking smiley tyrannosaurs rex stood outside the gift shop and we could see other equally concrete dinosaurs behind the fence.

I didn’t stop or slow down, but waited for the inevitable:
“You know if we have time tomorrow, I totally want to stop.”
“I know. We’ll have time.”

Apparently we did. But just for this picture.