Tippy Canoe and the Digger's Butt

Trip Start Jun 18, 2005
1
18
52
Trip End Jan 01, 2006


Loading Map
Map your own trip!
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines
shadow

Flag of United States  , Washington,
Monday, September 19, 2005

I grabbed the red-checkered tablecloth, the one that has covered picnic stops for me from here to Georgia and back, and stuffed it in the bag with the paper plates. The homemade brownies, check; the ice chest full of Nestle's chocolate milk and 7-UP, check (never caffeinate the kiddies!); the folding chairs, check; the sand toys and digging tools, check.

Everything into the car in a flurry hurry and head for the nearest KFC. It was Family Get-Together Sunday, and the house was still a wreck; everything outside was crammed inside, waiting for the painters to paint. But I didn't want to postpone, it was the last weekend of summer and that was something to celebrate.

"We'll go to Lake Ballinger," I told them all, "and Rick, please bring your canoe."

I got there first and spread the red-checks on the well-knicked wooden table, then set out the store-bought feast 639 Gimme 5
639 Gimme 5
 . By the time I unfolded the chairs, I heard Kayla calling to me from the parking lot above. "G-Mom, G-Mom, I brought my babies!" She waved a Mickey Mouse doll and a Bert Lahr look-alike lion as she ran down the hill. Andrew was right behind her, his eyes on the picnic spread. Matthew and Rick were checking the canoe on the car-top carrier.

This would be the crowd today, since various members of the south-end crew were tangled in the logistics of needing to be at different places at the same time. "We just can't work it out," Scott apologized. "S'OK," I said. "We'll see you next month."

"No cousins today," I told the gathering four. "But the chicken is ready, so let's eat!"

A good way to begin your Last Fling of Summer Sunday, no matter how small the crowd. And check out these pictures for the further adventures of Tippy Canoe and the Diggers.
Slideshow Print this entry Cambridge hotels