But you really do remember what dessert is, because you know it was baked by a master. And you've had his sponge-crumb rolls and shattery-crusted artisan bread before. And anyway, apple pastries go so well with cheese, you can't imagine one without the other. At least not in cow country.
Stop the insanity! Wild and raucous abandon down on the speedway! The Lynde 500 push cart races.
And as every trip must, this one had a weird little surprise for us. We took a short drive to see a ditch. What do you see that might make this a special enough ditch that we all curled into a too-small car to ride out and look at it? Oh, did you say one side of that highway looks like Canada and the other side looks like the USofA? How did you guess? It was the mail boxes, wasn't it? A Canadian mail box and a US mail box. Dead give-aways.
All these separate little worlds of activity occasionally brushing up against each other like so many pearlescent bubbles floating across our view. And what a lovely view it was. Even the sea bed at the shoreline seemed to break into sparkling song!
If we had walked further along the boardwalk than we did, we could have found ourselves in the middle of Historic Fairhaven. As it was, we just planned to drive through a bit and lookee-loo from the car on our way out of town, and then we found parking a few feet from a Swing Connection concert in the plaza.
And blueberry ice cream.