Exhibit A:
Yesterday evening I went to Old Borges ranch in Walnut Creek, which borders Mt. Diablo state park and Sugarloaf Open Space. I found three ponds and a lot of cows. Specifically, I found a group of young bulls, about 15 or so, blocking my hiking path. So what did I do? What any cattle-rancher's grand-daughter would do: I told them to move and kept walking. Well. They didn't really listen to me. What did you expect? They're cows. But I did keep walking. Right on past them. Inches away from being trampled to death! And they just looked at me in that big-eyed, wet-nosed, belligerent cow sort of way.
Hmm.
I know.
I could totally be a cowgirl.
Can't you just picture it now? (Don't answer that)
...
Anyway. The highlight of the evening came when I stopped into the restroom at the historical ranch and found this gem:
I know you've always wondered where the bathroom nickname "Crapper" came from. There you have it. Priceless.


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