Well, the July 4th weekend has arrived, and thusfar it's been quite nice - dinner with The Mayor and family, unexpected work productivity (yeah, yeah) and a hike/ride, sadly gatorless, in the 'glades. Also, excellent random conversations with a jeweler re: the recession, and some lesbian chicks on a bridge.
Last July 4th, I hung out with the Cyclist Grrrl and some of her peeps out in unincorporated Miami-Dade lands. There was beer, trains, and some good jokes/discussions. We cycled there, which was pretty nice in this car crazy town.
The Fourth-Before, the CAnarchist and I were chilling in San Diego - ocean side hikes, dolphins, and unfortunate bar study.
The Third Fourth I spent with Lyco in Charlottesville/Shenandoah - great eating and river hiking and bicycling about (including Monticello). There was also the horrible rabbit-road bike incident, which everyone survived, thankfully.
The Fourth Fourth was spent on the Potomac river with Lyco, and was mostly DC chill, cook-in/picnic style. There were swarms of those annoying midges on the river though.
So there's clearly a hiking/river/bicycling/food pattern going on here. Which I think is good. However, this fourth I have not had a really good cheese yet. All the others featured good cheese. My sense of subjective time is so screwed up though. Really, all the prior fourths seem like decades ago. But I don't think I felt that way even last year. This was also the first fourth I've had in the same 100 miles as the prior fourth. Am I fidgety because I've been in the same place too long? Sigh. If so, Gods of travel attend me.