My dad took this photo on the Colorado River, where he and my three brothers fish for trout twice a year with a guide. This time they spotted a lot of horses by the river and got some great shots--although brother Ted complained that brother Kevin kept yelling "Horsey!!" and scaring them off.
My sister's roommate invited us to go along with her sister and nephew to Creepyworld to shoot zombies with paint balls from a hay cart, Here are Kathy and me dressed in masks, ready to go in and save the world. However, we had to brave a ghoul infested car junkyard and a meat house hung with human bodies before we got to this point. I provided extra entertainment by screaming and running away from the scarily costumed demons and ghouls, clutching my sister, who punched one of them in an automatic reaction. My savior! We skipped the remaining five haunted barns after the hayride.
Scenes from breakfast next to the Camarillo Airport--a plane being towed out to the road by an SUV. Not something I had ever seen before!
Some of the tens of thousands of of acres of strawberry fields in the county being planted this month. The prep to get to this point is massive. The raised beds have channels at least two feet deep between them to reduce the amount of bending for the fieldworkers. A heated apparatus makes holes in the plastic for the plants, and then the irrigation sprinkler pipes have to be laid, tested, adjusted, and maintained. Big job!
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I don't do haunted anything--ever! You were braver than I to even go in there.
So, I gather the GPS unit was extremely helpful to you! : )
Donc, ne vous y arrivez, après tout?
The wild horse is a great sight, and those prepped and wrapped strawberry rows are amazing. There is a strawberry field locally that does that same treatment, not nearly as large however; I am amazed at the labor required and wonder how we can afford the berries!
Agriculture on the central coast is just the BEST!
Lol to the helpful husband!
We have strawberry fields near where I used to live. They wrap them in plastic too, but they are not raised as high as that. The strawberry pickers sit on a contraption that looks like a cross between a bicycle and a go cart so that they can pick the berries.
Hi Annie :) I'm not sure I would have made it as far as you all did at Creepyworld! I love that you had the French version of the instructions ;-) Goes with the French spelling of my name. Btw, I get the feeling your hubby is just the best and he's your best friend.
How funny -- we're harvesting cotton and soy beans, and you're planting strawberries!! :)
Awesome...a Canadian Garmin...n'est ce pas?!
You are very brave to do anything scary like that! You wouldn't catch me near the place!
Not a Halloween fan so you wouldn't get me into those scary places around scary zombies or humans, lol. I've seen fields like that before & thought maybe the reason they were raised was drainage, strawberries rot easily with moisture...back in the 60's summer workers in the NW were teenagers not immigrants, so I no strawberry fields very well, but they were never raised, not plasticized in those days. I used my aunts Garmin this past summer and fell in love with it, so hubby had to get me my own for my birthday :) Her name is Jill, my aunt's is named Garmina.
Ah, instructions in the wrong language. That has happened to me too. ANYTHING in a foreign language is English to Tetsu... he doesn't understand any of it! And I don't understand the French or German or whatever...
Ooo, I'm so jealous that you got to shoot zombies with paint balls! What fun! I stayed so busy here, I never got to go to any of our corn mazes or haunted anythings! Maybe next year!
You are a brave woman to even contemplate shooting zombies!
Hopefully Grant was available via phone to walk you through the instructions on the GPS.
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