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a river runs through it
Jun. 11th, 2007 02:32 pmAt the end of the morris dancing on Saturday my first grader and I travelled up highway 9 to the Boulder Creek Brewery to finish the day by dining and dancing. All the teams were there: the kids of Wildcat Morris, Mad Molly, Berkeley, White Rats, and the hosts for the day, Seabright. There's nothing like a dance for two sets of six on the floor which feels like it may give way under a caper.
On the way down I detoured for a surprise. On the way up I had reminded my daughter of the dining room with a stream in it, and she had reiterated excitement about the notion. I parked, and we walked into the Brookdale Lodge. There it was, a creek running through a dining room. We explored it from inside and out as she chattered about what it must be like when Clear Creek is running full.
That's one happy first grader. How happy? So happy that to my knowledge she has not gloated to her older sister about being the only one who has seen it. Ah, lack of sibling rivalry...
On the way down I detoured for a surprise. On the way up I had reminded my daughter of the dining room with a stream in it, and she had reiterated excitement about the notion. I parked, and we walked into the Brookdale Lodge. There it was, a creek running through a dining room. We explored it from inside and out as she chattered about what it must be like when Clear Creek is running full.
That's one happy first grader. How happy? So happy that to my knowledge she has not gloated to her older sister about being the only one who has seen it. Ah, lack of sibling rivalry...
