The pond.

July 8, Charlestown.

Yesterday was a travel day and we arrived just in time for cook house after having stopped for Casey and endured drivers going from bad to worse. I missed a left exit on I-95, driving almost two miles with my signal on trying to move lanes and nobody letting me.
The day turned hot and in the afternoon we went to the beach at the little pond by the playground, as we did last year. The circus is parked right next to them this year.
Fond memories of catching fish and teaching Dylan how to swim. This time around Nicolas was the one stealing the show with his antics. He started being a bit of a clown about a month ago, changing overnight from a shy little man into a relentless trickster and performer.