Us Canadians hung out with the Americans for our first celebration of Independence Day ever. Neither an overly productive nor celebratory day, but fun none-the-less.
Everette had done some cement post work, and although we had clouds today it was still hot and uncomfortable so a few of us took an impromptu trip out to Dolores River to de-stink and cool off. Because of our BC license plates on the van we met Alex (who’s also a Canadian from Nova Scotia but has lived state-side since his teens) because he & his family vacation every summer in British Columbia, the land of beauty. He was curious about our wintering on Baja so he introduced us to his wife, which led to us meeting Denise and Linda (& her hubby), all friends whose families had participated that morning in some sporting events in Cortez.
Denise and/or Linda asked Everette if we homeschool, which led us to discovering that they also do/have homeschool/ed. Ahh, just the people I was Googling (unsuccessfully) about last week in my hopes of connecting with some local families! Full of local information, people to possibly connect with (re: Mitchell building boats), and Denise excited at the prospect of paying back BCers (i.e., inviting us for dinner) for all the kindness shown her & her dh when they in-line skated to Alaska (Yes, you heard that right! Crazy! Amazing! I’ve got to hear more about that, Denise), we were stoked having met them, amazed at the perfect timing of our last-minute jaunt to the river. Who would have known?
Now, realize that the town of Dolores has a population of 950+, that’s it. Whenever we come and meet people here at the river, they are always curious how on earth we would have found this tiny spot on the globe.
Rain fell as we stood on the beach of the river, closing up our visit, exchanging contact information. Of all the times we wanted to stay & visit more, but our open calendar was actually booked just for this one night. We squeezed out every last minute before we drove off, pulling into the driveway at the other end of our journey with less than 2 minutes to spare from when the July 4th BBQ was supposed to start!! At least the family members left behind were helpful in setting up for supper.
Supper was absolutely scrumptious, me over-eating on salads, the kids eating their fill of hamburgers and potato chips, stuffing cupcakes and cookies in any lingering stomach crevices. Company was delightful, relaxed and interactive with the kids which always makes for a pleasant evening. (New ears to listen to Laars’ chatter.)
Canadians out-numbered Americans at this BBQ so the kids were able to entertain with their beloved “Canada’s Really Big”
and something they learned years ago from Layne’s kiwi friend, Hillary
and then Gaelyn, who just learned it herself tonight, teaches Ann how to keep rhythm.
Tim brought out a b.b.gun to let the kids practise shooting, and some of them seemed to be naturals at it. Must take after their big sister Rauchelle who used to be on Canada’s National Air Rifle team before her mommy-days.
We didn’t get the All-American “Baseball, Hot Dogs, Apple Pie and Chevrolet” (remember that commercial??some of the kids did eat hot dogs, actually) but we did get the grand-finale to the day. Fireworks!