Day Two - the Second Pearl

The chickens wake up very very early around here and loudly crow.

Went up to see my cousin Pete and his wife Shari around lunchtime. They live above Aunt Margaret's farm in a log cabin that Pete built. Furnishings include a stuffed mountain lion and a bearskin, both of which he bagged himself. Pete and Shari told us all about the extraordinary healing powers of colloidal silver. They made a fresh glass of it for us. It tasted metallic and didn't make me feel especially powerful. Shouldn't it be like Popeye's spinach?

After a while, we heard the pop pop of gunshots, which meant that Mike had arrived with his 45's, so we went back down the mountain to join him. We spent an hour or so shooting pistols. I shot with a 9mm Beretta. Mike had us try combat shooting, which is simply shooting quickly at one's target w/o spending alot of time sighting. He'd yell, "Fire in the hole!" as a warning when he was about to shoot, so we did too. It was tons of fun. We'll practice more tomorrow with a 22. I need a smaller pistol anyway. The 9mm was a bit much for me, heavy with a big kick.

Later, Mike and Dad and I drove down the Columbia starting at Kettle Falls. We were looking for good beaches and a marina that rents sailboats. There are plenty of good quiet little marinas with boat ramp and gas, and beaches too, but no place to rent a sailboat though we saw about eight moored at Rickey Point. We called it Pirate's Cove.

We made it down to Gifford's Ferry, but didn't cross as we didn't want to be too late for dinner. To me, though, it counts as a Gifford's Ferry trip. It felt good. We stopped at an orchard or two and bought peaches and apricots. We've had all the apricots we could possible want, from the orchards and from Aunt Marg's tree.