Yesterday was yet another magical day spent with family in New York. My second cousins, Aurora and Edan, kept me occupied most of the day with swimming and archery. I really liked the archery. I enjoy letting myself get lost in the rhythm of notching an arrow, drawing the bow, sighting the target and releasing the string. The arrow striking the target with a solid thump is very satisfying.
My cousins and I swam as much as possible. There are two beaches at the Y. The one on the point offers the most room. Aurora dove for mussels and snails letting me inspect each one as it was retrieved. Edan caught me up on the history of the resort, as details of her family's move from Albany to L.A.
I bought a kite to fly on the commons by the tennis courts, but by the time I finished meditating with my Uncle and some of his friends, the wind had stopped blowing and the bugs had launched into the warm, hot air from their blades of grass. Although they don't bite me, they can be quite annoying. I fled the commons giving over the field to God's most persistent creatures.
The family gathered at the dining hall for a very nice dinner. Everyone visited each table and chatted in a natural ebb and flow of conversation. The children bubbled as children do, and there was joy.
Sometime around eight, my cousin Aaron, began the process of gathering family and friends together in an effort to get us all to the fireworks display to be held in the town of Ticonderoga. Gathering a McEwen is no easy task. They have very long legs and can be pleasantly unpredictable. Watching the gathering event was in and of itself enjoyable. I claim no superiority of time management, for if I were with my clan, I doubt I would have been much better able to get from point A to point B.
Eventually all were gathered into various cars and vans, and we all drove to the town. Amazingly enough, we found everyone very easily. The group split into two groups with one group opting to remain at the fire station, and the other heading further into town in search of the mythical carnival grounds. I was apart of the second group.
Our group found a nice hill on which to sit. The toy boys in our bunch made good use of the slope rolling down it and running back up it repeatedly until dusk fell. The grandmothers asked them to remain close to us so they could be seen and tracked. One grandmother bought them a ring of glowing stuff with which they played until the fireworks started.
The fireworks were spectacular as only fire works can be, and we all oohed and awed. After the final burst, we quickly made our way back to the outskirts of town and found the first group who apparently had had sprinklers turned on them just after we split up. Tired and happy we drove back to the cabin. My Uncle dropped me off, and went straight to bed.
What an incredible day!
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