Picture postcard perfect. Maybe too perfect. Moderate crowd in the lower village and very few individuals interested in the dunk tank, or flush your friend apparatus, which was my bailiwick. Actually chilly when the sun went behind a cloud. No parade this year and no pony rides. But quite a noisy firetruck.

Concert on the dock tonight, which I think I won't attend. This afternoon as Pax and I were taking our bike ride over toward Sandy Beach one of the lower level Topazzini life-forms shot off a few bottle rockets—in spite of the fire ban. That pretty much wrecked the balance of Pax's afternoon, and I don't think he'd like me gone this evening. Perfect, chilly night for sleeping—assuming no more rockets, and other noise levels remain under control.

Above, some of the excavation occurring along Highway 540 between Kagawong and Gore Bay. For some reason, the contractor felt the need to dig into the shoulders on the hill rising up on the west side of Ice Lake. But what a beautiful revelation—millions and millions of years of Earth history and climate change. The top layer, the blocky gray and brownish layer, is the limestone of the Niagara escarpment, laid down over millions of years by bits of shell falling to the bottom of a warm, shallow sea.