Ojai Monkey

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So early this May Day morning the monkey packs up his gear and heads out on a short road trip to Ojai (pronounced OH-hi).  It was a nice drive with the top down under a clement sun, passing through fecund valleys with jasmine in the air.  It was the kind of day you wanted to get poetic about.  Very bucolic.

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Monkey on the Farm

_DM31799The monkey continues his early education with a trip to a farm amongst a bunch of new farm workers AKA the first grade class of his #2 grand girl.  This trip was designed to reinforce classroom studies about botany and agriculture — like where does all that stuff in the grocery store come from anyway?

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Wildwood Park

_DM39969Number 2 granddaughter flashes a less than toothsome smile with two close friends during a field trip to Wildwood Park in Thousand Oaks, California.  Kongo recently tagged along with her first grade class to explore the outdoors and get a nature infusion.

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Field Trip Monkey

_DM30373Taking a break from all his ongoing remodeling projects, Kongo recently helped chaperone a couple of local field trips with the grand girls.  Monkeys LOVE  field trips, especially when they get to go with grand daughters.  (Kongo sits atop #1 granddaughter’s close friend on the field trip)

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El Matador Beach

_DM39117El Matador Beach in Malibu is one of Southern California’s secret spots.  Located just north of famous Zuma Beach, the much smaller and more secluded El Matador State Beach attracts visitors with cosy coves, caves, fantastic rock shapes and sea birds.

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Remodel Monkey

IMG_0013So, where to begin?  Since the monkey last checked in the Kongo clan relocated from the Florida coast to Southern California and now reside in lovely Newbury Park, about an hour from LAX and about five miles due north of Malibu’s beaches.  The newest abode is nestled in the foothills of the Santa Monica mountains and backs up to open space (think coyotes and mountain lions).

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