Last weekend while Dad and Kim were here for a visit, we decided to take a walk in search of the secret swimming spot tucked away in the redwoods appropriately called the Garden of Eden. Despite Dad inspecting his map before we left, we still managed to get off course and ended up at a quiet, still portion of the little river. No biggie, we just stopped and skipped stones for a while. Brent and I managed to get a skip or two in, but mostly giggled at the loud plunks of our stones sinking straight to the bottom without a bounce. Dad, on the other hand, is good at everything, so we weren't surprised to see his stones gliding across the water as if they had teeny motor engines propelling them.