Friday, July 1, 2011

On the 4th We Say Hooray

Peach cobbler. That's the extent of my 4th of July celebration plan.

But the weekend preceding it should be pretty great. The Appalachian trail is scheduled to make an appearance. After five years of living here, the time has come. After 5 years of being obsessed with the trail, the weekend has arrived to hike it. Bonus, there's a train, so it will require no driving, which, this weekend, would be the exact opposite of freedom.

Driving in the East is a very different beast than driving in the West. Everything here was built by the pilgrims, when everyone drove much skinnier cars, and so everything is a two lane road that is easily congested by Range Rovers and Lexus SUVs during holiday weekends.

Also, Wendy's/Arby's are next to impossible to find directly off the highway. 7-11s (and their slurpies) are pretty sparse too. I hope I haven't dissuaded anyone from moving to New York.

Also on the docket is some bbqs, pies, and picnics. The only thing that's missing is swimming. An absence I feel most keenly. To make up for it, I'm just going to wear my bathing suit all weekend.

Everywhere.

I don't even know why I'm writing this. It's keeping me from starting my Fun-Time-Happy-Independence-Weekend-Celebration-July weekend early. I have to get my bathing suit on.

photos: july in Park Slope.

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