If it's the last Sunday in July then it must be time for the Delta Pear Fair in Courtland. We have been to every one of them since about 1989. These pears were available for purchase by the sackful. Photo by Glenn.
The Pear Fair has a quaint country atmosphere. This was one of the old farm engines on display. Three horsepower is almost more than our cars get. Photo by Glenn.
Ben discovers the beanbag snakes at the craft fair. Photo by Glenn.
Time for the noon parade. More specifically, it's time to line up for the free candy that gets tossed to spectators by the bagful. Ben is ready. Photo by Glenn.
One of the parade entries. An old-timey fire engine. This town drips with Americana. Photo by Glenn.
Ben insisted on making a coaster at the spin-art booth. You wouldn't guess it by looking, but it's about 102 degrees with no shade and we're all dying for a drink. Ben is trying to decide whether he should apply the red or go for the blue next. Ben, they all look the same once they're on the wheel! Please make up your mind before Mom and Dad melt in a similar pattern. Photo by Glenn.
We found our drinks, and this little treat pear crepes. Loading up on the whip cream. Photo by Glenn.
Add a little chocolate syrup and powdered sugar and you've got a real treat. Photo by Glenn.
Time to get goofy. Ben and Glenn become Leonardo and Rafael from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Photo by Roni.
Hey, if it's good for the guys then the gals have gotta pose too. Roni finds her prince charming in a scene from Beauty and the Beast. Photo by Glenn.
This is too tiny to see Ben's expression, but he was doing his best to not smile for the camera. Hard to blame him, as it was blistering hot. Photo by Glenn.
We end our day at the Pear Fair by listening to tales from Mother Goose. This was quite literally an audience of one. Photo by Glenn.
Different weekend, different fair. We are in Tracy on Aug. 8 for the 18th annual California Dry Bean Festival. We measure Ben against the Bean Pole. He ain't no sprout anymore. Photo by Glenn.
Excuse me, but did you know you've got a foot-long lizard clinging to your back? Ben didn't notice at first and just about bumped into it. The lizard apparently goes everywhere with this kid. Photo by Glenn.
No lizard is this! This is the little devil that found its way into our house and inflicted severe pain on the photographer. Here he has been rendered harmless inside the slippery walls of a large butter tub. Photo by Glenn.
Arachnophobia! Ever wonder what is at the end of a scorpion's tail? That stinger looks lethal, and had I been a small rodent it probably would have been. Photo by Glenn.
What's so good about working on a Saturday? Nothing, except if you get off a little early and there's still time to catch the races at the Antioch Speedway. Photo by Glenn.
It's time for that walk along the Marsh Creek Trail mentioned in this month's newsletter. That vacant field behind Ben won't be vacant much longer; it's been cleared for residential construction. Photo by Glenn.
Ben takes a break from plunking rocks to pose for a photo along the banks of Marsh Creek. Photo by Glenn.
The shadows are growing longer as we look south toward Oakley. The creek's on the right. There is a huge walnut tree to the left and above us. Photo by Glenn.
Ben leaves his old man in the dust as he sprints for the foot bridge in the distance. Photo by Glenn.
Ben does his best to raise the water level as he adds another boulder to the creek bed. Photo by Glenn.
Squinting into the setting sun, Dad encourages Ben to move along as there are more rocks that need a bath farther up the trail. Photo by Glenn.
We have reached the bridge. Flocks of crows dart overhead. Below, the water is calm except for the occasional splash of a jumping catfish. The grape vineyard beyond is green and peaceful. Photo by Glenn.
It's great to have a camera with a timer function. We line up for a father/son moment. Photo by Glenn.
Alfred Hitchcock would have loved this tree. The top branches were chattering with a couple hundred birds settling in for the evening. Photo by Glenn.
We're setting up for a spectacular California sunset. The branches of a walnut tree take on a warm glow in this light. Photo by Glenn.
The Mirant power plant in nearby Antioch is a prominent landmark from the trail. It is about to be consumed by that glowing orb. Photo by Glenn.
Moments later, the sun dips below the western horizon. Photo by Glenn.
We're losing our light, but there is still enough for some twilight shots of the trees in silhouette. Photo by Glenn.
Ben's not being standoffish. It only looks that way. Actually, I told him to stand like that and then tilted him sideways. Could have been the photo of the month, but Ben's had several turns recently. Photo by Glenn.