Every summer we'd head up the coast from El Lay to a state beach/campground called Leo Carrillo

There are tons of squirrels in the area. Very brazen, very mischevious.

I was there with my dad and GF for a few days. During this trip I asked my dad if he wanted to go for walk-we'd take some sandwiches and find a spot on the sand. "Nope", he wanted to sit down and enjoy some alone time at the campsite.

I fixed him up some lunch and left on a little jaunt.

When we came back about 20 minutes later I saw my dad giving the squirrels some food.

He was passed out cold-he was at the age where he'd get nap attacks often-so I wasn't surprised! He managed to hold onto the plate but some food had fallen to the dirt.

He had about 10 squirrels around him. One was on his knee eating out of the paper plate, a few more were munching on the spilled potato chips and the rest were chittering on the table next to his folding chair.

Right at that moment he jerked awake and saw what was going on about him.
As his lunch guests scattered he got the biggest grin on his face and started to laugh.

He looked over to where we were and began to laugh harder. It was like we had caught him doing something wrong, I saw the little boy in my dad that I had never seen before.

I walked up and asked him, "What happened?" By this time we were all giggling like fools. We got pops a new sandwich and spent the rest of the day fending off squirrels that thought they had an open ended invite for lunch and dinner.

It was the last time he went camping at the beach and the one that I'll cherish the most.