The Fifth of July

2 BBQs, a parade and an assortment of dogs that scared the beejeezus out of Kaley and me were not enough to deter an action packed Sunday. The morning started off with a big old Oakland fire truck rolling down our street to inspect properties (you know, fire prevention in the hills). Luckily, we had our grand estate cleared of brush and ivy just a week before.
Then we drove over the Richmond bridge to attend the Marin County Fair. It was an awesome trip that started with free parking, no lines at the merry go round and good weather. I also got to eat a corn dog, poke around an ambulance (no blood or bandaids), get tattooed by a cop, and paint lots of things. Next year, I hope to enter a pig into the agriculture tent.