A family-oriented post with nothing to do with sailing.
HKE and I took the Eagle out for Father’s Day. We went to the Isleton Crawdad Festival, about 1.5 hours NE of the organic, well-groomed, neurotic environs of San Francisco/Marin county.
It’s worth saying that this festival represents the largest consumption of crawdads outside of Louisiana. And that it’s not a place to visit if you are a skinny-jeans-wearing, class-conscious douchebag. Otherwise, the pictures speak for themselves.
It was not actually this scary.
It was not actually this mellow
The main attractions
I show the crowd some moves.
They stare in awe.
A new friend, or
“Your new wallpaper”.
The Del Rio, or
“Dad’s new home-away-from-home”
Purple haze outside the Del Rio
Eagle and Falcon
Highlight of the day – The Sizzler!!!
“Get me out of this thing!”, or
The I-can’t-believe-we-got-
this-shot-while-peeing-ourselves-
laughing shot.