Travel do-over
I could have used a “checklist for unfamiliar activities” this morning. Full of good intentions, I set out for the city. Had to add a “volte-face” when I realized that my wallet was in a different coat back at the campsite. No money. No papers. Not good. One hour round trip to resolve my oversight.
The initial destination was a small farmers’ market on the other Spode of the river. Even with the civic address, it required three passes to find the entrance to the parking lot. However, the morning was educational. More feedback on radiant systems and a quick lesson open the particularities of marketing frozen water. Not ice, exactly. A mixture of sweetened waters and shaved ice that sells well to small folk.
I also spotted a historical marker: one of the Century Farms signs placed around the Island in 1964. Hadn’t seen one in years! I carefully photographed my find, and now the memory can be “refreshed” at will.
The afternoon was spent with other friends before heading back to camp. Home (sic) before dark. Lots of smoky campfires, what with new arrivals and a strong feeling of “end of summer”. The big horse race goes just before midnight, in the city. Out here, we’ll watch those smoky fires race into embers, before bedtime.
Oddly, there wasn’t much of note on the radio today, other than a reprise of a program that aired earlier in the week. Under my normal routine, I would never have noticed. CBC will be even more important once the official family address changes. The “final” (will it ever be final?) quotation for the house came in around noon, and we’re invited to sign our accord come Monday.
