Take a deep breath. Ready, set, July 3rd!
First, we climbed Beech, as one does.
Then, the girls went swimming. Not the adults. Are you crazy? It was only July!
In this picture, Frances was working on getting onto the float. It was hard with three guys on the opposite side. And Chandler was swimming back towards us.
Then Frances flew a kite off the porch, because that's possible in Maine.
I believe there was some grilling and s'mores, and then we moved down to the beach for sparklers.
Lots and lots of sparklers.
And then, on July 4th, we drove Mark back into Bangor to catch the bus home. A short but sweet visit.
The girls and I didn't do much of anything to celebrate July 4th on our own. I hear there's a big fireworks display on Somes Sound, but we're just not up to anything that starts at 9 p.m. Give us a couple years, until the girls stop being afraid of loud booms and sleeping in after a late night. When does that phase begin?
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