First fishing trip. Lake Anza in Tilden Park. Didn't catch anything, but we were cool with that. Much thanks to Josh for providing an extra pole for the boy and helping the trip get off it's ass. Kid ended up falling a couple feet off the edge of the trail on the way back, trying to pass me on the outside, flat on his back in very shallow water. The crying ended in less than a minute, but his clothes got soaked, and we parked a steep 10-15 minute hike away. No noticeable bruising. Came across a booming field of miner's lettuce about 100 yards from the car, and once I showed him how to eat it he stopped and had himself about a salad's worth. A diamond encrusted milestone day with a forested dusk. Rock and roll springtime, by any other name.