Every year on Labor Day our family and friends go
to Brant Point for a picnic.
The rose hips are nearly ready for jelly-making.
We pack an awesome meal
(ie: shrimp, homegrown potato salad, our own carrots,
and pickles and sun tea, and
Ghiradelli brownies for dessert)
then skip some rocks as we wait for the
Last Labor Day slow boat.
When we hear the old Nobska whistle
(Click to hear it) we get ready:
Then we wave like mad and shout good-bye as the boat passes:
A joyful ending to another glorious summer.
See you in the Spring…