What a day! We biked into town on the splendid bike path on mom’s new bikes:
This has been a daily activity, actually – and wandered around to watch the festivities while the bikes were festooned with bells. Pie-eating contest, watermelon-eating contest, and the big spray. Evidently, at noon, a fire truck pulls in at the top of main street, and an oldtime fire truck, laden with people, is parked at the bottom. The hoses are hooked up, and then all hell breaks loose when the firemen at each end spray each other and everyone in the crowd:
We escape the spray and head back home on our bikes. Spend the afternoon lying on the back deck (perfect spot when sun can’t decide to stay in or out – because then we can do the same!), playing cribbage and yakking. Mom and dad go out for the evening to a party, while Stacey, Jeff and I dine on lobster and linguine with white clam sauce. Yow!!!
Next morning I have time for a long walk with mom and Stacey, some sun time on the deck, and finish up a cribbage game. Then it’s off to the little plane, the mainland, and the mountains. The bittersweet farewell is somewhat mollified by the complimentary bump up to first class, though!