During that day, I had several old lady moments. I was tired. We probably walked 100 miles the entire trip. I am, after all, nearing 35. Yikes! I decided to sit down and watch the sea otters play. While watching, I noticed a young boy compeltely zonked out in his stroller. I thought to myself how nice it would be if they made strollers for adults. Mr. Big Momma could push me around...I could take in the sites, rest a few minutes, etc. A few minutes I realized, they already do make such a thing:

They are called wheelchairs. OK, bad idea, moving on.

But what if....
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