The sky did manage to clear off (for a few hours) on the 4th so we headed to the minor league baseball game I had purchased advance tickets for because they do fireworks after the game. Once we finally got into the stadium after waiting for a ridiculous amount of time trying to get turned in with all the traffic and then being told to drive over the curb to park in the wet grass because there were no more parking spaces, the game had already started and we'd missed the singing of the national anthem.
But we had excellent seats and it wasn't raining. At least until the 7th inning...when the bottom.fell.out! Then we spent a good 40 minutes all crammed underneath the shelters around the concession stands getting way too up close and personal with total strangers. The rain finally subsided, the fireworks were shot off and we were promised more baseball. So we sat in our wet seats and watched them prepare the field for nearly an hour before they finally announced that it was not gonna be happenin' tonight.
But aside from all the rain...
Dracen has managed to get a little fishing in. He somehow conned (the night before) his way into his popaw's fishing trip to the Uwharrie River a few weeks ago, where they caught this...
Charlie and I (and the Darlings) enjoyed our anniversary weekend in this little cottage just outside of Asheville...
|They were fascinated with the rushing mountain stream off the back deck.|
|I was told they flipped the canoe...on purpose.|
(Not my photo: I stole it from facebook.)
|It was, of course, raining when I took this shot through the window. Maybe one day it will dry out|
enough so that we can actually sit and sip iced tea on it.