With the fireworks on Saturday we stuck by the advice on the poster and got there two hours early, which meant two hours to kill with a camera. Or at least Joe using mine for giggles. We eyed up the rowing boats for a return trip there next weekend [if the weather holds out] planning a trip around some of the little islands in the lake and got a little snap happy. My feet touched the first American sand since moving and we watched the geese swimming on the lake and the swallows swooping around. Having Joe to share all this with is the best regardless of who takes the photographs.