It was the last day of Labor Day weekend and my mom and Dale's last day in Chico. Unfortunately my mom fell (three times!) while hiking and twisted her ankle pretty bad and I woke up with a crappy cold. So while our bodies tried to put a damper on the day, we all pressed forward and did a little easy geocaching around Lower Park and then had lunch at the Brewery. I caught Ange off guard while she was poking around some leaves with a stick. She is pointing the stick at me and saying "You don't take secret squirrel pictures of me!" But WRONG. I totally take secret squirrel pictures.