We hit the Beacon Riverfest and caught The Fleshtones and some very chewy and overly re-fried fried dough.
Then we took Wesley swimming in the Hudson River.
He was NOT pleased when we told him it was time to leave. As a matter of fact he threw a doggy temper tantrum and stood his ground a solid 50 feet behind us as we threatened to leave without him.
That night we feasted.
And then we marked our heights on the door jamb.
We also went for a little hike/scouting for a swimming hole in Fahnestock State Park.
|Preeya - I wanted to take this full skeleton home for you, but Abe wouldn't let me! There was also some reluctance on my part because I felt like we might be disturbing the forest if we removed them.|