A little further along the trail, Jack began to discover "Native American arrowheads." Taking a look at his treasures, I suggested that they actually looked more like bullets. Soon Jack's pockets were bulging. He called to me, "Do you know how excited I am"? We discussed why the bullets might be there. Jack decided that the army cleaned up most of the Presidio, but missed this spot. The soldiers might have been having a pretend fight. The bullet must be very old and that is why they are falling apart.
Jack has become very camera-adverse. This was the only shot I got where he wasn't turned away from me. Hope this is a passing phase.
We hiked for over an hour, returning to the car pretty tired. At home, we took a brief rest with Tibbles and then read most of another Hardy Boys book.
This weekend, Jack and Greg are going on a camping trip with Glenridge families. Jack has elaborate plans for filling Greg's tent with water.
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