Quick update: Yesterday, Rob, Dudley and I started off in Highland Park (now known as Time-Stands-Park’d), having planned on a BBQ (barbe[q]ue[er]) and fireworks show on the river. Then we realized that this town is too lame to have fireworks on the fourth of July–apparently, the less-than-spectacular show had happened the night before. I guess people around here only celebrate the third of July. Anyway, after some last minute re-planning and a 46 minute (according to our Google Maps directions) drive, we managed our way past all of the patriotic crazies on the boardwalk and watched the fireworks from the beach. Del and Pinky were enormously excited — the poor bears had never seen fireworks before…

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