Bat Night under the Campbell Ave bridge

Bat Night was a heavily advertised event. We met up with Michelle Campbell and her three kids at Old Chicago Pizza. Aaron was super cranky, had a little fever, and said his tummy hurt. None of us really wanted to witness him puking on the pizza so Mandy ended up taking him home. The rest of us ate and headed for the bridge. I'm glad we had pizza with Michelle and her kids beforehand. We didn't find them at the bridge.


Sunset was gorgeous.


Bat Night was well attended.


Walking in the wash was easy because of all the recent rains. The sand was hard packed and in places the mud had dried and cracked into enormous plates.


Can you tell Evan is traversing the chasm?


Because of all the people, the bats were reluctant to come out. Standing under the bridge you could hear them chirping but you can't see them because they roost between the big structural cracks. I was hoping for a giant exodus but they just trickled out one by one.


Afterwards the boys helped out by emptying sandbags.


For some reason Jack really got into it.