I don’t think Erik  entirely believed me when I told him I’d seen a cluster of tiny treehouses to the side of a main road near my place. It was a good  excuse for a bike ride though,  it was easy to convince him to check it out with me. Turns out I had indeed seen some tiny treehouses, but farther into the park beyond them  revealed  endless rows of elaborately carved and painted logs. Later research revealed some interesting info about Cayuga Park and its creators.

Exploration farther west to Lake Merced a little later provided us with nuclear angels and giant penguins.

I love my dinky neighborhood.