First up: Hoover tower.
I know, in a rational sort of way, that Max can't possibly fit through the bars. And I also comforted myself with the fact that there is a quite convenient ledge only ten feet down that would catch him should he choose somehow to squeeze himself through the bards.
But still. Nervous.
A little cheesy, but this is how I see these boys attacking life. Together. No fear.
Next: the Mausoleum. Or Sarcophagus. Or whatever it's called where the Stanford's are buried. Very picturesque little route.
After that: Off to the cactus garden. Turns out cacti can be quite beautiful.
Post-cactus: exploring what feels like a medieval forest that in an earlier age we'd be executed for hunting on. But today -- climbing trees.
And sitting in holes. There may or may not be some sort of animal hole at the base of that stump. It could be some sort of ferocious racoon, or Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, but whatever it is, my money is on Max.
Finally: Smelling flowers. We may have destroyed some (many) of them.
