Our Navigation system had another episode of senility this morning as we headed out to the local dog park after John came back from his first bike ride since our departure.   The irritating female voice told me to go down Hwy 99 for 3 miles, then turn right on a street and left on another.  I turned right but there wasn’t a left turn.  We got back on Hwy 99 and she told me to go 1-1/2 miles down, where we passed several minutes ago, and turn right.  No exit at 1-1/2 miles down but we did see the dog park on the right as we drove by.  I told John to shut her up and found my own way to the park.

We brought the dogs with us to Upper Bidwell Park, now a golf course and water fowl preserve, but used to be an uncongested unpopulated area for those that wanted to get an “all over” tan.   The pups ran loose as we walked around the large lake until Millie caught the scent of something, probably cow patties, and took off in another direction refusing to respond to any requests, demands or pleads.  John went after her and we finished the rest of the walk with dogs disappointedly leashed in tow.

Our day ended with a drink at the Elks Lodge bar discussing the growth of the Chico Elks membership with the Exalted Ruler and discussing his travels to Austin for the National Convention.  Thought about learning to use my Bernina sewing machine when I got back to the LilyPad but the drink was so strong I couldn’t feel my fingers so using a machine with a sharp needle didn’t seem like a smart idea.