On the Fourth of July my family felt lazy. Too lazy, in fact, to go floating down the river in inner tubes, which has been a small tradition in the past.
So, instead my sister and I rented a canoe for an hour and she didn’t want to explore as much as I did and we almost didn’t make it back in time so we had to row at ramming-speed to make it back to the sandy beach before our hour expired.
And then we came home.
Christine worked the midnight shift and I’m still hammering away at this Camino: printing off tickets, buying clothes, eying the backpack I’m too scared to pack in case I end up upwards of 12-15 lbs.
Happy holiday, everyone!