I was quite literally holding my camera an inch off of the water. This also shows how we got from one side of the Colorado River to the Bright Angel Campground on the other.

We didn’t do much on Friday except relax. We “strolled” up Bright Angel Creek a bit. We took a dip in the creek to cool off and soothe our sore muscles. We ate a lot of mashed potatoes.

This is a view I’m guessing very few people ever experience. I call it, The Reverse Hills Bros. This is not exactly the new view from my desk—I’ll post that in a day or two.

Update: With a new office comes a new view!

We did not have a chance to visit the Tacoma Museum of Glass last weekend (beyond stumbling upon Dale Chihuly’s Bridge of Glass installation), but I do hope to see his exhibition at the de Young Museum sometime before it ends on September 28.

Only in Texas.

Though technically speaking, this is a bbq pit (or a smoker).

After several unusual days last week in the high 80s and low 90s, the fog came back with a vengeance. San Francisco should be where that white, billowing, cloud-like substance is.

Above the fog, at Mt. Tam State Park (where this picture was taken), it was still surprisingly at least 90 degrees. Back in the fog, (where we live) it was windy, misty, and in the low 50s.