It seemed appropriate for the visiting French boy to have a canoe ride on French Creek. And as it turns out, he's quite good at skipping stones.
Not everyone made the trip to the creek and back.
But to clarify... everyone who went to the creek, did come back.
Home again, home again jiggety jog. And then they were off to Cleveland. All but Adam and Alica who were off to Butler. And we had our home to ourselves again. Peaceful and serene...our sanctuary.
And that calls for a swim by the light of the moon.
Good night friends. Good night moon.