When Grandma Ruth came last time, she took us to the 12Bones Smokehouse in Asheville, North Carolina. It was awesome barbeque and the sides were also great. I got a pulled pork sandwich, mac and cheese, and coleslaw. The pulled pork was some of the very best I’ve ever tasted, and the mac and cheese was awesome too, but I wasn’t very into the slaw because I think it was too sweet. We had an awesome time.
We found out that President Obama came there in ’08 to eat, and ever since it’s been all the locals can talk about. They even think he is going to buy a house and move here!
Since we are in Asheville, North Carolina, we were able to go to this year’s family reunion at the Greenville Zoo in Greenville, South Carolina. It was great because I could finally meet a bunch of great people I am related to. After the reunion we went to cousin Nancy’s pool and swam for like four hours until the pool closed.
P.S. I used the GoPro Studio app to make the video.
For Father’s Day we went canoeing. At six in the morning we got up and got ready to go. By the time we had gotten ready, gone on a one-hour drive, had stopped for a while at a paddling shop, and from there had driven to the put-in, it was nine thirty.
I went with Dad first. It was very pretty, and lots of RVs were parked along the river. We had paddled about three miles when we stopped paddling to eat some potato chips. While we did that we drifted along, and every few minuets Dad did a stroke or two just to keep us in the right direction.
We paddled farther, and pretty soon Dad dropped his sunglasses in the river. We were going under a tree, and we both leaned back. Dad had his sunglasses on top of his head, and so a branch slipped them right off. We looked around for a long time. We floated in the area, and even went down stream a little, slowly, to see if they had floated down. I saw them once, and we stopped, but by the time Dad was ready to jump in they had floated down the river too far. Eventually we gave up.
We paddled down the river for ten miles. It was really fun. After the paddle, Mom and Gordon were at the take-out to pick us up. There we ate lunch, and then Dad and Gordon went out for their ten miles.
While Gordon and Dad were canoeing, Mom and I went on a hike. At the beginning of the hike, I thought that there was a stick in the path, and I almost deliberately stepped on it. Then the stick moved. “What’s that?” you say. “The stick moved?!” Yep. And I bet you can guess what it was. Of course, it was a snake, and it was pretty big. I immediately recognized it as a black snake-the kind that eats rattle snakes-and knew that it was harmless.
All along the hike there were little lookouts-or rather they would have been lookouts, had there been fewer trees-and at the top it was amazing. There was a huge stone section overlooking EVERYTHING. the trees stopped abruptly there, and so you actually could see. It was too beautiful for words, and a camera could never have captured it, so I cannot even try to describe it, and we did not take a picture.
The other day, we went to Grandma Ruth and Grandpa Dave’s house, and we got to stay with them for two days. Our cousin Bianca-or “B” for short-was there too, along with Aunty Kris.
There is a huge tree in Grandma and Grandpa’s front yard, just perfect for climbing in, if you can get in to the branches in the first place. I have an easy way of climbing to the bottom branches, so that I can get the higher branches. I run up to the tree, and just as I am nearing it, I run up it as high as I can, which is not-very-high, and grab the branches. There is one on my left and one on my right where I run up so I grab the one on my right with my right hand, and the one on my left with my left hand, then pull myself into the tree, and climb around the trunk on the largest of branches to get to my favorite spot. I let Bianca go up first, pulling herself into the tree. Then I run and climb up, and Gordon gets up next.
Nearly every time we’re in that tree, Mom or Grandma would come out and call something like “I’m going to take a picture!” We would all scramble into a place where we could be seen from where our paparazzi-I just stopped to ask what the singular of “paparazzi” was, it’s apparently “paparazzi,” and Mom said that they are like fish, the singular and plural are the same. Of course, Gordon just had to point out the oddity of it all. “Paparazzi are totally like fish; they have big, shiny eyes, love taking pictures of things, and move there mouths slowly up and down without saying anything.” *giggle giggle*-was preparing their phone to take about a gazillion pictures.
There was lots of fun to be had in the big tree, and we had nearly all of it. I was talking to Grandma from a very high-up place in the tree, and she declared the branch that I was sitting on the “highest point.” I had just figured out how to get there, and so we all amused ourselves whenever we wanted to climb the tree by climbing to that point, back down to the lowest branch, and then back up to the top. Continue reading Grandma’s house.→
Dad took Lillian and I to the 98th official Indianapolis 500 Mile Race, and believe me it was very cool and fun. As an example of cool and fun, we watched from Turn Two and saw everything really well. We ate chips, chicken nuggets, and soda, and there was free indycar swag everywhere: can cuzis, posters, backpacks, photo ops, etc., etc., etc.
And if you think that sounds awesome read this next part about the race!
Ed Carpenter had Pole Position, and James Hinchcliffe started second. The race started, and it didn’t really get interesting until about eight laps in, and then they started passing each other. Ed Carpenter, for the first few laps, did well. So did Hinch. Helio Castroneves was going for his fourth Indy 500 win, and he did pretty well for the first bit and also in the ending, when he lost by mere seconds to Ryan Hunter-Reay.
In the end, nine people were eliminated by crashes, and Ryan Hunter-Reay had the lead with Helio right behind. On the very last lap, Helio couldn’t get ahead of Hunter-Reay, and so the victory was won.
Two other competitors, Ed Carpenter and James Hinchcliffe, who both had a really good chance of winning, crashed. How that happened was that Hinchliffe was driving on the inside edge when Ed Carpenter was hit by Townsend Bell. Carpenter, instead of steering, slammed into Hinch, and sent them both careening into the outside wall, destroying their cars and leaving them out of the race. Luckily, no one was hurt although I was disappointed that Hinch was out because he was my favorite.