Friday

Friday, one of the most beautiful words in the English language.

Sunny 67 degrees outside but the weather dude says rain this weekend. WTF! I'm sitting at 74-1/4" of rain and more on the way. At what measurement of rain do my toes begin to morph into a webbed foot?

This is a picture I took from down at the junction of Bear Creek and the San Lorenzo River, looking up creek towards the wood bridge. The large slab of bedrock on the right is what keeps rising creek water from me - it forces the water to the opposite side of the creek which has no bedrock.. My house sits above the slab and you can see a glimpse of it in the upper right.

Most of the beach is still covered with water. Token and Goldie love running alongside the river, chasing each other up and down the beach. Token is truly a Santa Cruz kinda dog - last summer he hopped on a small piece of plywood at the river's edge and used it to surf across the river. Luckily, in the summer, the river is pretty shallow - at times the creek has more water in it than the river.

Token has a bad case of spring fever. He has gotten out of the yard a couple of times recently and returned wet and sandy - a sure sign he has been down at the beach. One of my neighbor s has two big dogs - Token's feet blur trying to keep up with them when they are all down at the junction. It is hard keeping up with the big dogs when you are only 7 lbs but he does it. Ears pinned back he is running so fast, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and I swear he is smiling the biggest of doggie smiles.