The agreeable siblings (for this moment, at least) and I headed over the foothills in search of sun. We went over about once each week during June Gloom and Cool Early July and found exactly what we were looking for. A short hike, blue sky, cool water and sunshiney happiness.
This is the wonderful Santa Ynez river.
This guy was in a mud puddle. Pretty big by my standards. The crayfish, that is, not the mud puddle.