Another rock that the intrepid author duo conquers.

Inside a cave.

Bliss

Nineteen-year-old me beside a grown orangutan statue, recalling how nine-year-old me once stood beside a baby orangutan statue.

The smallest, daintiest little coyote you've ever seen. Super friendly too

The rhino was pretty smelly.

When the glare is blinding and the heat is nauseating but you still have to smile.

Raiding the free samples. I have never tasted such heavenly grapes.

Wondering why these cost 1.8 million dollars...

Vulcan is everywhere. Even the Botanical Gardens.

All I wanted to do at this point was slide down those tiles. Preferably hosed down with water.

Celebrating what would have been Bitsy's 15th.

I can't see this picture without thinking of a photo of 11-year-old me where I have the exact same unhappy expression. Only there I was sitting on a park bench...

Me: "Does my hair really look like that from the back?"

Melissa: "It's not not what it looks like from the back."

We had to evacuate twenty minutes ago for fear of a gas explosion and I couldn't care less

Pushing the limit again. Stay tuned for part 3!