To all of the fathers reading this, happy Father’s Day! Amy & I made a special trip down to the Boathouse to call them (oddly enough, our best cell reception is in the Boathouse, not from the tower). While we had to call our fathers, the island did not lack fathers today. It proved to be fortuitous that we got two additional moorings in, as taking advantage of the sunny & calm weather, three boats with a total of nineteen people all showed up at the same time! The prize-winning group was the three generations of the Perkins clan who came out to celebrate Father’s Day and the senior Perkins’ 61st wedding anniversary. Big congratulations to them.
Although the visitors descended on us for about two hours, we had the island completely to ourselves before they came and after they left. We spent the morning re-staining the front museum porch, now complete, and then I tackled mowing the middle of the main trail and the south trail. Frankenmower worked like a champ on the rocky, hilly, portions, until I ran it over a large rock, and bent the blade up through the mower deck. I am not convinced that he is completely dead yet. I have another blade I can try to install, so provided I didn’t bend the drive shaft, which I may have, Frankenmower will ride again.
The evening was laid back as usual: a dinner of leftovers, a game of cribbage, and lounging reading books. Amy just polished off Girl With A Dragon Tattoo, while I am making my third effort at Hero With A Thousand Faces…this time I hope to actually finish it. We went to bed with a moderate NW’ly breeze blowing, barometer holding steady at 29.83”, temp in the mid 60F’s, and clear visibility.
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