Baby's First Headlamp

This weekend found Amy, Paul, and James in Mount Tamalpais State Park. We arrived after dark, so headlamps were a necessity, especially for little James, who studiously explored the many engravings on our picnic table while Paul set up the tent. (James's research revealed that DANIEL camped at our spot in 1994 and K.P. loves B.R.) We spent the night nursing a reluctant campfire and explaining to other campers that James's crying was not a mountain lion calling for a mate. ("Is that a baby? We thought it was a #*@! mountain lion.") The next morning we took a hike that led us through astoundingly beautiful and enormous redwood trees to wild-turkey infested grasslands overlooking the Pacific Ocean to a cozy beach, where James attempted to bury himself in the sand. Did we mention that it was 65 degrees? In February?