And there was our merry band of mad friends . . .
(Their older cousins begged for years to be old enough to go in. Now that they're teenagers?
Meh. Over it.
And who can blame them?)
But in the meantime . . .
Mistah and I lingered a while at Watch Hill and marveled in its beauty.
And look what I learned I can do:
Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .
There's the fat bastid again.