eccentric ramblings of a Navy wife, Mom and part time Social Worker in San Diego
Sunday, April 27, 2008
the place where old anchors go to die
Aw, such adventures for a ten and twelve year old boy: hiking trails, ponds and streams, and an old graveyard of rusty old chains, bouys and anchors. As if that wasn't cool enough, there are warning signs in English and Japanese to beware of rusty old explosives you may encounter!