For the Big Sur Marathon 10.6 mile walk, that is.
Because the night before (last Saturday), I threw out my back doing absolutely nothing. (Okay, I lied. I was breathing.)
And if I had signed up for the walk, I wouldn't have been able to do it anyway.
Still wiggling, as my dad used to say.
Good friend Lucy Ann was ready to send out the posse to make sure I was okay.
Go ahead and send 'em anyway, Lucy... especially if any of 'em are cute.
Had a disagreement with one of the camera cards. I finally won, and recovered some photos from the Saturday morning that I thought I had lost.... Here's lil' miss coy Zhen Zhen, the 2-1/2-year-old, peeking out of the hidey-hole where she was sleeping when we first caught sight of her:
Her name means "Precious." Quite appropriate, isn't it?
And to prove once again I didn't ONLY take pictures of pandas... here's a California condor, a highly-endangered and startlingly-ugly bird up close:
Bai Yun (the mama bear) in one of her favorite poses... hanging over her drinking fountain.
