Amanda: not so lucky

Pictures from day 3 can be found here.

I had a sub standard run with Ethel today.  She had game and ran pretty well, but things went wrong, so only  Clive tomorrow. I gripped off with Clive at the pen today too.  I figured my score would be no account without, so I went for it.

Howard Peterson sent over the water truck to fill up the pool, which was an intervention of radical joy.  I am lucky.  Susan had filled the pool with yellow rubber ducks and a kid's water wings thing.  I thought Lana's daughter Katie  next door had left them there, but oh no.

We all went to the swell supper for the hands and company at the Homestead.  Woolrich provided all the hands with wool vests, name embroidered and all.  The supper was great. Bev drew up fourth.  And me (this is not so lucky) fifteenth.  I will do my best.

We go to the Zermatt for pastries in the a.m.  This place is like a Swiss Disneyland with souped-up bears and white crosses all over.  Their pastry chef however, is the real thing, almond croissant topping, crispy, buttery exteriors giving way to a perfect inside.  Everything they have is good.

Fifteenth!!!!!  Good lord.