My dad, step-mom Jen, and twin brother Gary came to visit this weekend. We hiked up Bishop's Peak, tried on armor and hats downtown, went wine tasting, laughed and laughed, ate nachos twice, made fun of Snuggies, and looked ridiculous while kayaking at Avila. The waves were abnormally large, and we had a tough time getting out there and into the smooth water. After tipping once, I made it through and sat back and enjoyed watching my dad and Jen as they capsized 3 times each. It really was hilarious. There was a crowd of people watching from the beach as the kayak rental guy yelled, "Paddle! Go now! Paddle hard!" Once out there we paddled over to the pier, where my dad got too close to the sea lions and they started barking and jumping in the water. The whole time Jen was nervously scanning the water for shark fins. We actually were kayaking right where the lady was killed by a great white a few years ago, so we are pretty brave. It was quite an adventure. It's strange to think this might be the last time they visit before we move away from SLO. This place holds a special place in my heart.
(Gary in his very own Snuggie. Actually, it's like a Snuggie, but even better because it ties. It's called a "robe.")
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