We've been thinking about getting out of town for the Fourth of July. I looked at a lake in eastern Oregon that has lots of cabins. Unfortunately there weren't any available, so we're still looking. It's probably for the best, as if we did find a vacancy, the area would be so crowded that it wouldn't have been enjoyable anyway.
Which reminds me of a Fourth of July my family spent one time in British Columbia. Ahh, nothing like celebrating America's independence by leaving the country. We stayed at a really nice provincial park and there was only one other group of Americans in the campground. The area was completely thick with crows that squalked us all awake every morning. Well, one morning, we heard the American kids laughing and causing a ruckus nearby, and when we walked over to them, they had started throwing rocks at a crow, hit one, and after it had fallen to the ground, continued to throw rocks at it, killing it. We were so disgusted--we ran them off, but it was too late. What a great way to foster international goodwill! At least we're doing a better job with fostering goodwill in Iraq... oh wait--never mind.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment