Local spectator sport
Campers make their own fun. Today, the spectators gathered for multiple loads of laundry. Managed to spend the whole morning, handing out timely advice, drinking coffee cooled by strong breezes and wait for it. Charging various devices.
The entity that develops long- lasting batteries for our phones and tablets and what-have-you will gain my admiration and a share of my wealth. After all, I spend a LOT of time trying to keep battery indicators out of the “red”, and time is money. To have longer autonomy would score high on my list of “things most wanted”.
The decision to try for healthy food saw us up in the small park beside the Souris light, sometime after the usual lunch hour. Those same strong breezes made our salads into agitated mixes (although we had already mixed Greek and Caesar, for variety). Finish that off with a yogurt fruit cup with an excess of rolled oats and we deserved our self-assigned title: Healthiest Folk on the Hilltop.
Then, a quick visit to the lighthouse. I opted to stay on the main level, admiring the exhibits and caring for the dog. When he decided to climb the strep steps (and slide back down with gravity assist), my afternoon seemed complete. The attendant told us that the only jobs for local folk are half a nation away. Hence, a generation gone away.
This evening, we attended a local concert by the current iteration of the Celtic Ladies and J.J. Caisson. $5 a carload… Pipers, a potato salad judging; not your usual fare. Sadly, the salads were not offered to the assembled multitude.
