After arriving in Canandaigua (try saying that ten times fast) late Friday night, we settled into our less-than-desirable hotel for the night. We woke up early to try and get a head start on the crowds and heat while seeing the sights of Palmyra.

We first headed over to the visitor’s center where we watched a twenty minute video on the Restoration and toured some of the displays they had about the early history of the Church and Book of Mormon.

The visitor’s center is right at the base of the Hill Cumorah, so we hiked up a steep path to reach the top of the hill and look down below. They have a statue of the Angel Moroni at the top of the hill and it has a nice view of the land below.

From there we headed three miles northwest to the Joseph Smith family farm. Scott was immediately interested in the wheel chair with the moon buggy wheels. Of all the sights we saw the whole trip, this was the one he just had to have a picture of. Figures.

The Smith family originally lived in this log home. Their farm was 100 acres and they had 300 trees per acre that they felled to create their farm land. It was pretty incredible all the work they accomplished to make the farm actually productive. They used lots of the lumber to build this log home. The home was tiny, but they managed to fit all 11 of their family members inside!

The log home had about four rooms: one was a kitchen/dinning/storage area, one was the parent’s bedroom with an attached “sick room”, two were upstairs—one for the boys and one for the girls. Three of the six boys slept in this bed upstairs in the attic. This is the room where the Angel Moroni came and visited Joseph three times during the night.

In this photo Scott and I are walking along what used to be the main thoroughfare through the Smith’s farm. The Church has paid to have the road removed from here and placed farther away where it won’t disrupt the history on this property. Behind us you can see part of the Smith’s farm and in the distance you can see the Sacred Grove.

You can see the newly-placed road in this photo, as we face the other direction. Behind us you can see the Palmyra temple. The Smith farm extended all the way back past the temple. It was neat to see the extent of the land they lived on.

Somehow we failed to get a picture of the frame home the Smith’s moved to after years of work on the farm (I borrowed this one from the World Wide Web). This house was much roomier, but unfortunately they didn’t stay their long. I was unaware that the Smith’s basically got swindled by the man who helped them build the home. Through some cunning planning the man managed to get the deed to the Smith farm when the Smiths were only $100 dollars shy of paying off their mortgage. For the rest of their time in Palmyra, the Smiths had to rent the frame home from the man who swindled them and eventually move back to the log cabin before heading to Kirtland.

This fireplace is the one in which Joseph hid the golden plates so the mob wouldn’t find them when they came to their house. He moved the bricks of the hearth and buried the plates underneath. That night when the mob came towards the house, the Smith family banged pots and pans together, while yelling and making a ruckus. They managed to scare the mob away before they ever came into the house.

Later, Joseph hid the plates under the floor boards of the cooper shop. One day, though, he was prompted to unearth the plates and move them to the overhang above. That night, a mob came and attacked the cooper shop. They tore up the floorboards looking for the plates, but never looked about their heads. The plates were safe.

From there, Scott and I headed over to the Sacred Grove where you can wander amongst the trees on peaceful paths. This was the busiest weekend of the year in Palmyra, but the Sacred Grove still managed to be peaceful.

We drove by the Martin Harris property, before heading to the print shop where the first editions of the Book of Mormon were published.

On the first floor of the print shop they had a book store, where customers could come and buy books, play chess, and drink beverages. It was neat to see all the old books.

On the third floor of the shop (where the lighting was best) they completed the actual printing. The first step was to translate the handwritten document into teeny-tiny typeset. We were amazed to see how small the actual letters were.

After putting all the letters together, they would proofread the document before inking the typeset and pressing it against paper. This whole process took a total of seven months to complete!

Once the words were printed on the pages, they took them down to the second floor where they would bind the books together. This involved cutting the pages, gluing them together, binding them and finishing them. This process took a total of seventeen months to complete! When the books were finished it cost about $1.50 to purchase a Book of Mormon—three days wages for a farmer back then.

We ended our tour of Palmyra by driving out to see Peter Whitmer’s farm. This is where the Church was officially organized on April 6, 1830. Fifty people crowded into the small kitchen area of the farmhouse to establish the church. It really was something to see.

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At least that’s what I like to tell myself at night before I fall asleep. But now, I actually have some reason to believe my little lies. My friend, Kayla, tagged me. Luckily, I don’t have to think of some little secrets I’ve never shared with anyone before or anything. Here’s the rules:

1. Pick up the nearest book
2. Open to page 123
3. Find the fifth sentence
4. Post the next three sentences
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you

I had a number of books to choose from (my bag of travel books is currently sitting right next to me), but selected The Book Thief. I’m reading it on the recommendation of Janssen . I have to say, it started off a bit slow, but has picked up. Despite my current hiatus from World War II/Holocaust literature, I am enjoying. Anyway… page 123.

“As expected, it was a Nazi. In uniform.
‘Never.’
That was Max’s first response.
He clung to his mother’s hand and that of Sarah, the nearest of his cousins. ‘I won’t leave. If we all can’t go, I don’t go, either.’”

As they were very short sentences, I decided to include a few more. In this scene, Max manages to escape from Nazi supervision under the cover of Kristall Nacht, forever leaving his family behind. This perpetually gives him a sense of guilt and secret relief.
Markus Zusak has an interesting writing style and a unique way of looking at things that I find intriguing. So, with that said, I tag…

1) Raquel, you’re my sister, so you have to.
2) Candace, because you don’t have enough things to blog about ;0)
3) Kandra, because I can!
4) Heidikins, because you are probably reading a good book.
5) Anyone else who is interested.

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Or (alternative title) In Which Lonica Redeems Herself As Navigator*

Scott took off work early today so we could head up to Palmyra and Niagara Falls. We headed out in the early afternoon, excited for our upcoming adventures. Little did we know that the adventures would be beginning a bit earlier than anticipated.

We were cruising along I-71 headed north to Cleaveland, when Scott passed a antsy-looking cop with his radar gun pointed in our direction. Never a good sign. Especially for a red Honda civic cruising along at 82 miles an hour in a 65 mile an hour zone. Especially for a little red Honda civic with expired Arizona plates and a year-old Ohio driver’s license.

Moving quickly, with an eye to the rear view mirror, Scott exited the freeway at the fortunately, closeby off ramp. We headed over to the nearby gas station, cringing inwardly as we watched the police officer follow us down the road and into the gas station.

I say inwardly because Scott cooly got out of the car, swiped his credit card, placed the nozzle of the pump in the car and sauntered around to my side of the car to see if I wanted anything from inside.

During this interchange, the cop was staring steadly at us the entire time. Eventually, however, he turned and headed off in the other direction. Letting out audible sighes of relief, we pondered his sudden change of heart.

My explanation: Perhaps he couldn’t positively identify us as the car from the freeway. Perhaps he got called to duty someplace else. Perhaps he couldn’t live another moment without a chocolate covered, sprinkled doughnut. Perhaps he realized we’re poor graduate students who can’t afford unexpected expenses like traffic tickets. Perhaps he decided that copping wasn’t really the career he thought it would be; somehow running people’s days doesn’t seem like the most fulfilling way of paying the bills.

Scott’s explanation: I was so smooth, he just couldn’t give me a ticket.

Scott’s face after I laughed at this Rowley-boy explanation:

Whatever his reason, we weren’t complaining.

Not wanting to further antogonize the cop by passing him once more on our way back to the freeway, we decided to take some side roads and enter at the next entrance. This took a bit longer than we anticipated. Weaving back and forth, we could only seem to find roads that criss crossed over the freeway, not actually merging with it.

Pulling out my trusty maps, I managed to navigate us a new route to the next freeway entrance, which happened to be ten miles down the road. Confident in my map reading abilities, we pulled up the supposed entrance to find that only south-bound traffic could enter—we were headed north.

Don’t worry, your fearless navigator offered and new and successful route. Fourty-five minutes later we managed to make it back to the I-71, taking country roads and enjoying the typicallity of Ohio.

Oh, you ask what “the typicallity of Ohio” is? Let me explain…

Horses and buggies pulling waving Amish country boys are completely expected.

Farm houses dotting the landscape, without a spare inch of uncultivated land is definitely the norm.

All in all it was an entertaining detour. But living the life of a criminal isn’t easy, only the truly adventurous can do it.

*Although Scott claims that I haven’t fully redeemed myself yet…

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I know, I know. I’ve been introducing you to lots of family members lately. You’ll just have to bear with me. See, at the present moment I’m unemployed—that means I don’t have a real job. Instead I have to resort to made-up occupations. Let me explain…

It wasn’t long into our marriage, before Scott learned that I’m better at spending money than managing it. Scott on the other hand is better at managing and saving money than he is at spending it. It didn’t take long for Scott to be declared The Chief Financial Officer of our relationship. I quickly passed over all my credit card statements, bank account invoices, and super-secretive passwords. Ever since, he’s taken over the role of paying off our monthly bills and managing our bank accounts. I find it to be a terrific system!

Things were going well, until one Sunday we learned about this prophetic command to obtain a year’s worth of food storage. Scott looked at me and said, “I’m The Chief Financial Officer.” And that’s how I became The Food Storage Coordinator. I took my job seriously. When the sign-up sheet went around the Relief Society room I put a nice large “6” next to the “Month Kit”.

I have to admit I was a bit surprised at how many boxes of food it takes to feed your family for six whole months. Nevertheless, I sought out all sorts of storage solutions under our bed and tucked away in closets. I think I even stashed some Number 10 Cans in our second shower (yes, we hid lots of rarely used items behind our guest shower curtain). When we moved to Ohio, all these lovely, silvery cans made the trek across the country with us.

Only, when we got to our new place we found we had a large and empty basement. We built some nifty shelves (cinder blocks and plywood are a great cheap standby) and whall-ah! my job as The Food Storage Coordinator was officially over.

Except, it doesn’t really work that way. You see, we don’t really eat all that much red wheat, and Scott hates the Food Storage rice, and macaroni isn’t really the most widely-used pasta in our repertoire of meals. I could only justify the fulfillment of my Food Storage Coordinator position for so long, before I realized we didn’t really have a year’s supply of edible food.

At this point I began hunting Craig’s List for this lovely gem:

Now, I can add to our food storage supply.

Not only can I shelve useful cans of Herdez salsa and cases of green chilies transported from Arizona (where they actually understand what real Mexican food is all about), but I can also freeze useful items too.

Like yummy balls of cookie dough, ready to be baked in the oven at a moments notice. Or chocolate chips, for any of your baking needs. Or blueberries, ready for adding to morning smoothies. Or tortillas, the good kind, you can’t purchase in Ohio (also transported from Arizona where they actually understand what real Mexican food is all about).

So now, instead of pointless red wheat, rice, powdered milk, and pasta, we have tasty cookie dough, tortillas, fruit and salsa. Everything is right on track now. With a couple of jars of yet-to-be-made jam our year’s supply of food will officially be complete. I hereby submit my two weeks notice as Food Storage Coordinator. I have better things to do with my busy time…

Like ponder, what exactly Scott has planned for the pile of jalapeño innards drying on a paper towel tucked away in a corner of our basement.

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The editors here at www.scottandlonica.com were thrilled to have one of their most prolific writers sit down with them for an exclusive, one-on-one interview. During this interview, Lonica answered all the questions that our readers are just dying to know about this season. Without further ado, here’s the transcript of their interview.

So, Lonica, we read about your teaching job last year here. It really sounds like something. Is everything you said true?

Yep. Every word of it is the absolute truth. Actually, after I made those posts, I thought of even more stories I should have shared. Luckily for my readership, I managed to restrain myself.

Are you planning on returning to that position again next year?

Not if I can help it. To tell the truth, I think I’d rather cut off my right hand. Regardless of my feelings, The Administrator made all the employees sign a piece of paper informing us that our contract with the school was up at the end of the school year. I’m not entirely sure what her reasoning was, but as a result, none of the teachers at the school have any plans to return.

Now that school is out, how is your summer going?

Oh, thanks for asking; it’s going great. I’m loving the Ohio greenery and mild weather.

But you’re not working anymore, what do you do all day?

Well, that’s a good question…let’s see…I exercise. Actually, I’ve been doing quite a bit of exercising lately. My goal is to get in shape and I’ve been toying with the idea of running a scaled-down, women’s triathlon. It’s not too long and my husband declared it “weak,” so I think I might actually be able to pull it off by the beginning of September. I usually run/walk about 3 miles, 3 days a week. On the days I don’t run I try to bike, swim, or yoga. So far, it’s going pretty well.

Wow! That’s pretty impressive. I bet you could even jump rope longer than your brothers-in-law, right?

Well, maybe…I’d have to go to the bathroom first.

You don’t exercise all day, though, do you? What else do you do?

Hmmm…usually after I exercise I eat some breakfast, take a shower, maybe get dressed. After that? Well, I water our garden, clean the kitchen, mop the floors. Some days I process laundry. Other days I attempt to make home made wheat bread. When I finish all that I try to squeeze some time in for my sewing projects. I also spend quite a bit of time on the computer, typing, Photoshopping and blogging. I usually try to fit in at least one Gilmore Girls a day and I try to read a good book before bed. All in all, it’s a pretty rough life.

Don’t you think you’ll get bored before the summer is over?

Maybe, but as it is right now, I haven’t even started in on a number of projects I still want to get going this summer. I have plans to freeze and can a store of food (cookie dough, rolls, jam, etc). You know, all the foods that will counter act all my good exercising. I also want to create a bed skirt for our room and finish my Thailand quilt, neither of which I have yet to start.

What are you going to do when the summer is over?

That’s a good question. I wish I had an answer for you. I’m looking for a job. I’m thinking about going back and getting my master’s degree.

Your masters? Wow! What do you want to get your masters in?

Yeah. I’ve been accepted to Kent State’s Masters of Library and Information Science program. When I graduate I’d be certified to work as a library in a school or just in a public library. I can enter the school program because I’m already a certified teacher.

But…what exactly do you learn? The Dewy Decimal System?

Well, there are a bunch of different types of classes. Some are surveys of Young Adult and Children’s literature, you know, so you can recommend books? Others are about the cataloging system of electronic information, and how to use massive databases for researching. There are even elective courses on how to preserve archival literature.

That sounds interesting. What made you decide on that program of study?

I’ve always wanted to get a Masters Degree and I felt like the timing would be good. Having lived in Ohio for a year now I qualify as a resident, and it will take Scott two more years to graduate, so I’ll have time to finish the program. I decided against English because I didn’t want to specialize in just one historical time period. I choose not to get it in Education because I thought my undergrad classes were a bit self-explanatory and I didn’t want to just repeat the education I’ve already had. This way, when I graduate I’ll actually be able to do something with the degree, whereas with English or Education I wouldn’t be able to do anything I can’t already do.

So, when do you start?

Ummm…I was hoping to start this summer, but the paper work didn’t get processed fast enough. So, I’ll start in the fall. Right now I’m registered for four classes. Two on Monday—one in the afternoon, one in the evening—one on Tuesday afternoon, and the fourth on Thursday evening. We’ll just have to see how it goes.

I don’t mean to be indelicate, but isn’t Scott in school too? How’s that going to work? What are you going to buy groceries with?

Yes, he’s in school too. I’m looking around for a job that pays well and provides me with flexible hours. My fall back plan is to substitute in the local schools if I can’t find anything else that meets our needs. It will be a challenge though.

But, is it wise to just exercise and read this summer, when you could be making money to prepare for the future?

Shesh. Back off a bit, okay? I’m looking for a job. There just aren’t that many week day, well-paying employers who only want to hire someone for five weeks. I’m doing my best. By the way, did my husband put you up to that question?

Speaking of your husband, what is he up to this summer?

He’s working for a local attorney and enjoys the experience he’s getting. He’s not too sure what area of law he wants to specialize in after graduation, but it helps to see what the real working world is like. He has to start applying for second summer clerkships (which are a big deal as they hopefully lead to a full-time job after graduation) here in the next week. So, we have big decisions to make. Do we want to stay in Ohio? Do we want to return to Phoenix? Do we want to try someplace else? There’s just a bit of pressure. Between Scott’s job applications, my job applications, and graduate school applications, there are major life decisions being made at the Rowley household. However, that seems to just be typical of our married life. Ever since we got married, it seems we’ve just been making one life-altering decision, after another. Hopefully, we make good decisions.

Thanks for sitting down with us, Lonica. We appreciate your time.

Well, that’s it folks. We hope you appreciated this Q&A Session. If you have any further questions, just send them on to our editors, and we’ll see if we can’t get a response out of Lonica.

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As educational as this blog is, I didn’t think we could go on much longer without a do-it-yourself colorblindness test. It’s a challenging test. Prepare yourself.

DIRECTIONS: Answer “yes” or “no” to each of the following questions. You may write down your answers if you need to.

1. Is this tomato beginning to ripen (ie. Turn red)?

2. Is this tomato beginning to ripen (ie. Turn red)?

KEY: If you answered “yes” to question number one, you are most likely colorblind. The male portion of our household offers you his regrets, while the female portion struggles not to giggle.

Hope you enjoyed today’s enlightening and educational quiz. Come back for more fun tomorrow!

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Mission Status: Operation Completed

General: [to soldiers] Aten-Shun!

Soldiers: Sir! Yes! Sir!

General: I see here that our mission has been completed. Before signing off though, I’d like a report from each of the troops. Zucchini Platoon, you first.

Zucchini Platoon: Sir! Our objective for the operation was to obstruct the pathway to the gate as much as possible. To this extent our mission was a success. We hid our ulterior motives by producing an abundant amount of zucchini. Our victims never saw us coming. Although a few of our frontline fronds have experienced some slight injury from the opposition, we’ve managed to make the pathway incredibly difficult to navigate.

General: Very good. Cherry Tomato Division, what about you?

Cherry Tomato Division: General, like the Zucchini our objective was to overgrown our bounds and block the entering forces from the outside gate. With the help of some strong windstorms we managed to lean farther to the left, thus accomplishing our objective. Unfortunately, we’ve experienced some strong resistance from the opposition in the form of twine and tomato stakes. We are currently twined all the way to the far fence, making it difficult for us to maintain our forward position. We are however, looking for any opportunity to reinstate ourselves in the front lines.

General: Keep up the good work troops! Cucumber Calvary, how’s it comin’?

Cucumber Calvary: Sir! Yes! Sir! Our goal for the mission was to invade the next door neighbor’s garden with our climbing vines. So far we’ve managed to wrap ourselves around a nail, through the zucchini patch, up the fence and into the neighbor’s side of the fence. While only producing one edible cucumber, we’ve managed to maximize our time growing and invading our neighbor’s.

General: Only one cucumber, huh? I’m impressed. You don’t give in easily - good work! Sunflower Soldiers, what do you have to report?

Sunflower Soldiers: While misleading the opposition with our beauty, we’ve managed to draw a number of bumble bees and wasps into the patio region. This does a successful job keeping the opposition at bay.

General: I don’t know about consorting with the bees, their alliance can be risky… good work though. Jalapeño and Cayenne Squadron, what about you?

Jalapeño and Cayenne Squadron: We are producing spicy peppers in great abundance. While this has the disadvantage of attracting the male opposition, it drives the female opposition away successfully. As she is the one usually providing us with water, we thought this would be a useful technique.

General: So you’re takin’ after the Japanese kamikazes, huh? Good inspiration. Basil Brigade?

Basil Brigade: We’ve managed to mask our secret objective by producing an abundance of pleasantly-smelling basil. Undercover of the basil, we’ve infiltrated a large number of beetles and black flies. Despite applications of insecticidal soap, we’ve stood our ground.

General: Excellent. Big Boy Tomato Division, what about you?

Big Boy Tomato Division: Sir! We’ve driven the opposition mad with the temptation of perfectly lush, home-grown tomatoes that have yet to ripen. The opposition has waited patiently for weeks now, and still we’ve managed to withhold our ripened fruit.

General: Well done boys! That’s not easy. Bell pepper Platoon?

Bell Pepper Platoon: After much resistance, we finally had a few of our soldiers fall to the opposition and start bearing fruit. We don’t plan on letting these soldiers die easily, though. It will be awhile before they reach maturity and are completely overtaken. The broccoli has joined us in our endeavors as well; they have begrudgingly started fruiting.

General: I’m glad to hear of your resistance. Hold out and don’t give in easily! Green Onions? … Green Onions?

Basil Brigade: We’re sorry to report, sir, that the green onions have all fallen casualty to Wednesday night’s dinner. The opposition failed to plant enough green onions to withstand the duration of the operation.

General: I’m sorry to hear of our losses, boys. I would like to commend you all though on your brave and dedicated resistance. Keep up the good work!

The editor of this blog would like to apologize for posting stupid entries like the one above in which renegade vegetables exhibit a frightening reality to humans—the editor understands that this isn’t Veggie Tales. The editor would also like to preempt any necessary apologizing by explaining that her understanding of the military and it’s inner workings is really just a compilation of Blockbuster features and historical fiction about WWII—admittedly not the best resources.

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This is Dave. Hello. In general he’s a rather quiet, studious, and calm person. That all changes though when our trip in Arizona is coming to an end. Suddenly, he has a burning desire to wake up at 4:30 in the morning, pull on a swimming suit and head out to the lake before returning to Ohio. I can understand the desire to see the desert mountains and soak in a few more rays of Arizona sunshine, but 4:30? (P.S. I’ll let you think he’s hard core, but in reality we woke him up at about 5:10 from a sound slumber—he claims his alarm must be broken.)

You see, he has this rather unexpected talent. He can flip upside down on a wake board.

He can complete a tantrum, back roll, scarecrow, whirly bird, air raily, and s-bend.

I’m not really sure how to do all those tricks, how to identify all those tricks, or even what all those tricks are. But, boy, they sure are impressive!

And, if those tricks aren’t enough for you, he also knows some rather cool hand signals. These signals can be used to say anything like, “slow down,” “speed up,” “just a little bit,” or, in this case, “double back.”

So that he can get an even bigger wake, to do something like this…

And this is my sister-in-law, Lisa. She’s pretty cute. She wears fashionable clothes, styles her hair, and always smiles at the boys.

She’s tough though. When it comes to wakeboarding, she likes to play with the boys. Even with a hurt ankle, she still manages to pull off something like this…

This is my father-in-law, Paul. He drives the boat. And he does it so well.

Except of course when he’s doing this…

Or this…one of the Rowley family’s favorite tricks…back from the days when slalom skiing was still cool…

And this, this is my husband. Back in the high school he would ask girls out in front of the school auditorium. He’d stroll up, say, “Hey, you want to go to the lake with us on Saturday morning?” and then thoroughly impress them with his cool wakeboarding abilities.

It’s good to know that seven years later, he’s still got the skills that first made my heart go pitter-patter. I don’t know what I would do otherwise.

And then, then there’s me…

Nope that’s not me, sorry; I don’t look that cute at 5:30 in the morning. This is me.

This is about all I can produce out on Saguaro Lake…Not only can I not complete, or even attempt, any cool tricks, but I also have the gall to complain that my fall hurt my head and decide to cut my run short. I really let the Rowley clan down. It’s a wonder they even let me into the family.

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The Rowleys are known for their competitive spirit. If anything can be turned into a competition it usually is, with clearly defined rules, regulations, and winners. Nothing gets the Rowley blood flowing like a good ol’ sprited rivalry. This spirit seems to become even more pronounced around family holidays.

Take, for example, Christmas, a time in which good will and love towards all should abound. Not on Christmas morning, though. See, someone must be designated “Santa” every year. This is a coveted position, and not one to be taken lightly. Santa hands around the gifts and determines who gets to open what gift and when. It is a position of authority that many a Rowley child has fought for through the years.

If that’s not a good example, consider Easter. The Rowley family Easter Egg Hunt is not an event to be taken lightly. Despite the fact that all the children are grown, and egg hunts tend to appeal to younger generations, we still line up inside the house, rearing and anxious to collect twelve eggs first so that we can lord it over our siblings and claim the honored position of “First” throughout the upcoming year.

So, all things considered. It is no surprise that the Fourth of July wouldn’t result in some sort of competition as well. A simple barbeque and swim in the pool was a perfect excuse to compete amongst the siblings.

Things got a bit energetic when the boys—and Lisa, of course—decided they would play a simple game of water “PIG”. It didn’t just end there, though. They had to race across the pool and back too. Oh, and don’t forget that it was important to line up for a final photo, depicting the winners of the race.

And then it was time to barbeque. I must admit that there was a little friendly competition about who could grill the best steaks too. Don’t worry though; they were all great and very yummy! Without seeing any fireworks, we managed to celebrate the Fourth of July twice, once a week early, and then again with the Rowleys. Only the second time, Scott had some super, sweet bug-glasses to showcase.

We had a great time!

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Setting: The Rowley clan gathers on the beach for a day of sunbathing, kayaking, and jet skiing. As any of them can tell you, it is not an easy job.

[Candace does a super-cool back flip off the back of the jet ski as Dave shoots over a wave, nearly giving Robin a heart attack and thoroughly impressing the rest of the Rowleys who cheer from the sidelines.]

[The curtain closes as the Rowley’s clean up the Rocky Point house, bundle into their cars, and head off for the border. They wave good-bye and fondly remember the good times they had at the beach.]

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