A Single Step

“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”

                                                                                          – Henry Miller

Took the kids to the City yesterday. You know- the big San Fran. See I live in a little podunk town right outside of Sacramento. Now for those of you not in the know and dear God why would you, Sacramento's claim to fame, aside from being the home of Dorothea Puente, the scariest old lady on the planet, is that we're two hours from anywhere fun. Want to ski- 2 hours. Ocean- 2 hours, Gamble- Two hours, Hit a big City- Two hours.

So we did- hit the big city that is. Every once in a while I need out. Out of my house, out of my neighborhood. Out of town. I get that itch. The itch to move, to explore, to hit the trails.

Hit the trails- all the way to the Academy of Sciences. Now I haven't been to the Academy of Sciences since I was a wee Right. Let me tell you- back in the day it blew chunks. All I remember is a couple of dozen fish tanks lining a wall with some half dead specimens. If I wanted to see fish I could go to a real aquarium- hello- Monterey Bay.

My favorite part of Monterey Bay-The Sun Fish

Anyhoodle, the Academy of Science has really stepped up their game having finished their renovation in 2008. Even SuperGirl,  between grousing good-naturedly about having to learn on a Saturday- to go a museum of all places, could barely contain her enjoyment when snow fell from the ceiling almost immediately after we cleared the glass-door'd entrance. From penguins, to a four-story rain forest, to a planetarium, and fish to an albino alligator named Claude we barely made it out before they closed their doors at five.

Claude- too cool for well everyone really

Best of all it was warm and sunny. We sat in the music concourse and threw coins in the fountain and generally squabbled and joked and played.

...and I was reminded once more why I don't sell my kids to gypsy's.

A Single Step