I went to Bass Lake for Father's Day, and I stopped to take a picture of the Talking Bear in Coarsegold. I must have driven by it at least 50 times in my life, but I've never stopped to see it up close. It's really kind of cool.
I brought my dad three helium balloons and some peanut brittle from See's Candies.
Also, I did manage to drag my dad on a treasure hunt for my first letterbox. He, his wife Gail, and their friend Diane humored me, and I've converted two of the three to hunt for more. You can guess for yourselves which two are now interested!
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