Next stop in this year's little road trip was the original reason for the trip, a visit back home to Glens Falls, NY, to attend my cousin Matthew's wedding to the lovely Tatiana Zarnowski. Believe it or not, it was so busy that we forgot to pull out the big camera all that weekend. So I present to you a fairly random assortment of smart-phone snaps that turned out okay.
Saturday morning I drove around Glens Falls with my Dad, who came down to Glens Falls to buy his new truck:
By "new" I mean of course, "just a tick under 200,000 miles" or as Dad likes to call it, "barely broken in." With four-wheel drive, a new wooden flatbed, and -- luxury of luxuries for a work truck! -- air conditioning, he reckons it should be a pretty good ride for him. Initial reports after two weeks are that it's running strong and looking like a bargain.
Fortunately, my Dad was able to wrap up his business quickly because we all had to head North for my Matthew and Tatiana's wedding at Natural Stone Bridge and Caves on Trout Brook in Pottersville, NY. We didn't do the bridge and cave hike since we were busy attending a wedding, but Monique took a few pictures of the very scenic wedding site:
Trout Brook.
Me and my cousin Marcus, the best man.
Elena, Dad, and me. After the wedding it was on to the reception!
Cousin Paul, Uncle Tom, Aunt Carol.
My Aunt Nadine and one of the younger attendees.
Dancing, dancing, dancing!
Bride and groom dance.
And that's about it for wedding photos. Much fun was had and it was great to see a lot of assorted Magees again. I'm sure we'll come up with a good reason to all get together again soon.
The next day I hauled Malcolm and Henry up for a little drive around the Adirondacks and then back to Lake George for a swim and a stroll around the village.
See how happy they look. That's because this is before I dragged them across the street and thumped them at mini golf at "18 Holes Around the World" despite their vastly superior European knowledge. Woe betide the unwary teenager who goes up against a fat middle-aged man in mini-golf.
After the swim and the mini-golfing, we stopped to pick up a bit of seafood on the way home. While Malcolm, Henry, and I had been galavanting about the mountains, Monique had made herself genuinely useful and rustled up the preparations for a seafood feast as a bit of a surprise for my stepfather Dick, who's spent too much of the summer housebound because of a bad hip. The seafood feast included shrimp cocktail, steamed clams, and two enormous lobsters.
They were so big we had troubles getting them into the oversized pot. The usual lobster-cracking tools and picks wouldn't work, so I had to root around the basement to fetch some giant pliers and a ball-peen hammer so that we could crack their shells.
It was yummy.
And that's about it for this post. As I said at the top, a bit of a random assortment of cell-phone photos from a fun, but very busy, weekend back in Hometown, USA.
Next stop? New York City.
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