Not content to stay at home, but not feeling up to driving anywhere there might be traffic, or flooding, or flooding with traffic... (we hear the rain may be done for a while, by the way), last weekend's "trip" was just to downtown Castle Rock.
A little street festival action at Festival Park...
It was supposed to be the "Ducky Derby"--where the local Rotary Club sells numbers and then throws hundreds of ducks with numbers on them into the creek--however, the creek is so high that this is the only duck sighted..
A local "all girl" band warming up...too bad The Girl wasn't with us.
Resting...Just before this we ran into our neighbor ,who not only owns a local plumbing company, but had one of his teenage sons, dressed as a plumber, in a dunk tank, with donations to the local women's shelter gaining participants three tries. The Boy dunked him in one try, then cackled hysterically as neighbor boy doused us all with a squirt gun....We didn't stay to ride the golf cart train, because, well, after you've ridden it around the neighborhood a million times, why ride it at the festival?
We ended our morning out with a late brunch at Pegasus on the Square (yummy)--The Boy had his usual (gyro sandwich)... mmm, tasty...and then we headed home to transplant some more plants, dry some out ,and water others...ah, the life of a (sub) urban farmer....
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