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.
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.