Getting some Magic

They call this place Magic Island.



I guess it used to be a little island in the river, and they filled it in and put in a walking path. I have asked several people if you can fish in the river. All I ever hear is , "Oh, yeah, you can fish. . . . I wouldn't eat them if I were you." And no one really has an answer about why. You just don't. Some sort of big toxic secret, I suppose. I was pretty disappointed the first time I went, it didn't seem very magical to me. Just a walking path that went to a dead end under the freeway, and a river with toxic fish.

But, today, in search of something fun to do with the kids, we packed up the scooters and peanut butter, and played for a couple hours.



It was delicious. And I don't mean the sandwiches.



The kids zoomed on their scooters all over the little concrete paths,





collected bird flu feathers,



They watched the train pass by, and begged the coal barge to toot his horn. (Usually he will, and it is great! Really loud! No luck today, though!)



threw pebbles in the river and rested on the big rocks under the shade.





And Caleb ate a LOT of watermelon. He isn't stupid, and he knows which bag it comes from, and he knows the difference between my front side which sees all things and my back side which doesn't. Smart kid.





Yum!