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Summer's Last Aventure

8/9/2021

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Three plays, one special girl, tons of fun….  

Lance and I drove to Cedar City where we watched three Shakespeare plays and went on three hikes.   We bought a new battery and new alternator for the van and three flavors of ice cream for Tanah´s roommates.   We ate shrimp on one lawn and watched Tanah slide tackle a dandelion on a different lawn.  We looked at corsets in the SUMA and carrots at the Farmer´s Market and watched Black Widow (the movie not the arachnid) in Tanah’s boss’ apartment.   Best of all, we got to hang out with our sweet-after-10:00-a.m.-daughter.   

The plays we watched were Comedy of Errors, Pericles, and Richard III, performed in the Shakespeare Festival´s outdoor theater.   What a treat!   Comedy of Errors was done 70´s style.   Hard to imagine that a man dressed in a bright yellow suit, doing Fonzie (Happy Days) gestures could successfully say lines from Shakespeare, but he did.  The show was delightful.  That same man played Richard III and was incredibly powerful in that role, so convincing in his physical defects, emotional energy, and moral deficiency.  I did not appreciated Pericles until Lance pointed out that it was like Les Misérables; a good man challenged by incredible hardships remains good and ends up well in the end. 
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We watched plays in the evening and played in the morning (after 10:00 a.m.) and the afternoon.   One of the days, we took a hiking stroll up a ravine in the canyon.  We topped the ridge and soon thereafter it began to rain, then pour.   We were soaked through and would have been chilled if we had not been walking.    While climbing/sliding down the ravine, we started singing.
 
“The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah,
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah,
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to suck his thumb,
And they all go marching
Down to the ground,
To get out of the rain,
Boom, boom,  boom…”
 
The appropriateness of the end of the verse, “to get out of the rain”, struck us funny and we continued singing, with Lance making up verses and Tanah and I singing the chorus.  At the conclusion of the third verse a deep voice, coming from our rear, said “I don’t think you can get out of the rain.”


The unexpectedness of the voice caused me to scream.  My scream scared Tanah so she screamed.   Her scream scared me so I screamed again.    That poor mountain biker!   He came up behind us and was simply being friendly.     I think he was as startled by our response as we were by his presence, though he did not scream.
 
 
The rain soon stopped, the sun came out, and the water came down.   As mentioned, we were in a ravine, and the run-off from the storm collected in the previously dry streambed.    I was not worried about a dangerous flash flood because the collection basin feeding the ravine was small and the downpour was short, so we watched the water run rather than seeking high ground.   And it was fun to watch the water come.    It was as if a chocolate fountain was suddenly turned on; brown water began pouring over previously dry rocks, fingering its way along the stream bed as if it were sending out exploratory tendrils.    So cool!
 
Too soon it was over.    Saturday morning, after a trip  to a Farmer’s market, a garage sale, the library, and the supermarket, we had a shrimp picnie on her front lawn and then headed out.   
 
It was truly a fabulous four days with our daughter whom we love so, SO much.   So fun to hear her talk about plays, movies, and books with Lance.   So fun to see her light up around her friends.  So fun to grab her hand and tweek her hair and have her pull out my chin whiskers.   So fun!!!!

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Kathy Daughters
8/13/2021 10:28:20 pm

We've had some great times at the festival too. Brings back good memories.

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