I always do my homework on the internet before I plan a family outing. I had been intrigued with Malibu for a while; so we mounted up the bikes to head for Malibu Creek State Park. I had read about an awesome swimming hole that we could bike to.
We got Subway for a picnic.
Poor Rig, looks like his IQ has gone down by 2o points since he started losing his teeth.
The girls were twinners, soon to be triplets.
We were enjoying our nice little spot in the shade. Until....
The 'Spanish Acquisition' happened. These folk apparently liked our spot so they invited themselves right up. I guess they figured since we didn't speak the same language, we wouldn't mind if they shared our log. It was awesome!
The swimming hole was actually really cool, but the crowd was not. Apparently the publishers of "The Guide to Southern California Swimming Holes" must have released a Spanish Edition, because they were all there. Complete with the Mariachi Music on the Boom Box.
We felt a little out of place because I didn't wear a 'wife beater' and our kids had swimming suits.
This is like Where's Waldo, see if you can spot Rigdon. He is the only Caucasian.
Despite the crowd we did do a little swimming, and I think we will go back again on a weekday.