In front of the 'mingos.
Get the sense we go here a lot?
Yes.
Sometimes I coax you to hold hands. For a photo? Maybe. To watch out for each other? Sometimes. Other times you just do it yourself. Which applies above? I don't know. It may have started as the first and progressed to the 2nd. You guys can be best buds.
And you can torment the heck out of each other.
Typical siblings.
The new Gorilla exhibit.
Much better.
But those guys are HUGE.
And a little less scary now, you guys never wanted to get too close in the inside exhibit.
When I look one in the eye I get a little freaked out. They're so...real. And familiar.
Blowfish.
Unprompted.
The seal (sea lion - I can never get it straight) was playing catch again - this time with an orange cone.
Summer in the conservatory - go 10 minutes before it closes. Then it's you and the guard. And a few stragglers. They've got a pretty strict photo policy - no posed kind of stuff (tripod) without a permit.
We stayed for a concert after.
It was a good time.
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