The boys and I went on the traditional father and son campout with men and boys from our new branch (church congregation). I tried to capture L, our youngest - who is very light, hanging from the handle of the manual water pump. We were initiated into plinking with bb guns and the locals' fascination with riding quads. We left early and I had to forego an anticipated hike because L woke up Saturday feeling ill and unable to keep food down. He is feeling much better.
We stopped at the local grocery store for their Tuesday night special on ice cream. This is the view just outside. H was on his way home from Cub Scouts and getting ice cream, so we didn't feel too bad going without him this time.
We fulfilled one of our ambitions of our family's move by participating in our community's 4th of July parade and festivities. It was advantageous to spectate near the beginning of the procession as paraders' bags of candy were full and generous downpours of candy came regularly to our pack of kids and their friends.