Friday, July 25: we were up by 7 a.m. After a breakfast of bagels with cream cheese and Mother's homemade strawberry preserves, and fresh fruit, we headed to a town a few hours northwest to visit with Hubbie's daughter, son-in-law, granddaughter, and two great-grandsons.We took along an ice cream bucket of sliced watermelon and a bag of peaches...our contribution to lunch.
We traveled the scenic byway, enjoying rolling hills covered in summer-green trees. Along the way, a lighted tunnel cuts through one of the hills. Mother, who is somewhat claustrophobic, was glad it's a short tunnel. I thought it was interesting.
We arrived at Daughter's house about lunchtime. She had prepared a delicious lunch of chicken and tuna salads, a choice of fresh veggies and/or chips with jalapeno cheese dip, and a platter of fruits that included the watermelon and peaches, as well as strawberries, cherries, and pineapple.
After lunch, we adjourned to the yard, where the kids played in a wading pool, and Shih Tzu enjoyed the swing, and a peddle car. She particularly liked the swing and would grunt when she wanted Hubbie to push her.
Shih Tzu was very well-behaved until about 3 p.m., when she began yelping, her way of announcing that she was ready to leave. Before heading out of town, we stopped by Granddaughter's house...this was our first time to see her creatively decorated new home. Granddaughter has two pets - a silver cat who comes and goes at will through a pet door, and a mixed breed dog that lives in the backyard. The dog is rather large, and very friendly...so friendly that he jumped up on me. On his way back down, one of his toenails found a slit in my sandal and scraped the hide off my little toe. I winced but said nothing, though it bled and stung.
Back at camp, we had a supper of cold meatloaf sandwiches, because somehow we'd failed to get the leftover lasagna into the ice chest. Later, we went to the festival. It was oppressively hot and humid this evening. There was no breeze, and the throng of people, plus the heat generated by various food concession booths, made it terribly uncomfortable. Mother and I made only one tour around the small park before she was sweating and ready to find a bench.
As is the case with many of the festivals and crafts fairs we've been to, there was an abundance of jewelry vendors at this one. One vendor featured dog clothes, another had locally produced honey, and homemade jams and jellies. There were several vendors displaying logo t-shirts and caps, and others selling wood and ceramic crafts. One vendor featured retro clothes, including wedding gowns and veils. The lady promoting these clothes displayed one gown with cowboy boots as a wedding theme suggestion.
For the kids, there were inflatable bounce structures, a rock climbing wall, and a "train"...several barrels cut in half and mounted on wheels and pulled by a lawn mower fashioned like a train engine. There was also a horse and carriage for rides.
We stayed long enough to buy generous and reasonably-priced quarts of sweet Reliance grapes from one of the vendors and then left to find a spot for the fireworks display.
We were early for the show (or so we thought), so Hubbie left the truck motor running so we could cool off. Right away, I asked if my camera tripod was in the back seat. No, it was at camp, thanks to a miscommunication between Hubbie and me. Since we thought we had more than 30 minutes to spare before the fireworks started, we decided to go back to camp and retrieve the tripod. Twenty minutes later, we were back at the fireworks site...just in time to see two bursts and the final salvo. Seems they decided to start the display way earlier than the stated time. Boo.
Back to camp. By this time, we'd had enough day and were ready to hit the sack.
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