The Rules.

Hoot,
I was just wondering what a photoshop of all the rules being broken at once would look like. I love your description. Hee hee!

Bastanchury Park is where my dad took me fishing when I was a tyke. I don't think those rules have changed much in over thirty years. By the way, Fullerton is one of those places with "lots of stern, dour puritan-types who take the zest out of life… whose rectal sphincters tighten when they see others having fun and enjoying themselves and on their own terms." (That's my own humble opinion.)

So, i suppose a group of 25 alcohol drinking canine motorcyclists who are golfing, skateboarding, or rollerblading while dumping trash and shooting off fireworks (if not outright loitering) while playing amplified music before setting up camp on a slope (or, perhaps, stream channel) while selling advertising would be out of the question?

"The following are prohibited: ... Keep off slopes and out of stream channel ..."

So ... technically ... it's an offense *not* to move onto 'slopes' and into the 'stream channel' [whatever that is]?!

California? I thought you only saw this kind of stuff where there were lots of stern, dour puritan-types who take the zest out of life... whose rectal sphincters tighten when they see others having fun and enjoying themselves and on their own terms.