Near the end of his swim, Ryan was so cold and numb he started to believe he could warm up by pretending to be an otter.
We said goodbye to the lake, the trees, and 50,000 of Ryan's now frozen braincells.
"What?"
We stop off at a rose garden somewhere in Northern California. I'm not sure why.
The fountain makes Sean a bit thirsty, and gives Ryan Crater Lake flashbacks.
That's right, it's a flower.
It's naptime.
We stop off in Santa Cruz for a quick hula hooping lesson from the locals.
It was on our agenda for the day.
Ryan didn't really want to learn about the intricacies of animal husbandry, but he wanted to be polite.
Ha ha ha, animal sex.
Starry night.
Ryan turns into Popeye when playing music sometimes. Which makes people remember that Popeye musical movie, which seldom helps.
"Did...did I just hear dueling banjos being played somewhere nearby?"
