On Hwy 37 there is this outhouse that sits happily in the middle of a field, that can be accessed by going under the freeway overpass. On our way home from Muir beach, we were about to pass it for the zillionth time and we decided to finally stop to check it out. Usually, we have a sleeping baby and two dogs in the back and it’s a trillion degrees (yes, really), but this time the stars appeared to align. I grabbed the camera and baby and we trudged under the bridge and over toward the outhouse. As we approach, we can see that there is a swampy river that blocks our path. Sigh. Normally I would not let a little water stand between me and a good adventure, but this appeared to be one of those rivers that  looked like a mere trickle but had mud that was waist deep. Plans thwarted. One day I will grab a pair of waders and a newspaper and get to drop my knickers in that thing for a photo, but for today, I will just have to gaze from afar.