Mike's True Account of Events-Day 2

July 30, Sunday
The one thing about Alfred and Lily’s kids is that no one sleeps late. The Aunts and Uncles are up before the roosters. If you want a good breakfast you’ve got to get up early. Aunt Judy, Aunt Melva and Cathy all had breakfasts fired up. Some of us smarter ones learned early you could get a couple of breakfasts with judicious visiting. We decided today we would take a walk on the Mountain to Sea trail right by Aunt Judy’s and Bunny’s and Will’s cabin. There was a large group of us lead by Kellee and Shay’s son, Daniel. Daniel and Madison were the Hawkeye and Natty Bumpo of the Moore-Hargrove group. Daniel even stopped to help some of the older relatives across the creek. He tried to help me and I tried to smack him but he ducked out of the way. We went pretty far because I could just begin to smell the ocean. Then we turned back. Had we listened to Robert Hargrove in terms of directions we would still be on the trail. Thankfully, those born without the Moore sense of direction were able to figure the way back.
For lunch a bunch of us went to the Asheville festival called Belle Chere. We have no idea what it meant, but it was a happening festival. There was lots of music, food and crafts. We got to watch the super shopper, Aunt Patty, go into action. You could tell Uncle Ralph had seen all this before. It was fun but hot. We also had to hurry back to help Bob with supper. Bob brought pork chops all the way from Texas packed in dry ice. Of course after asking my assistance we got those chops going on three or four different grills. We ate at Billy’s and Debbie’s again and had more than enough. We all then sat around and told mostly untrue stories. This is when Uncle Tom had some VERY CALLOUS words for his brother regarding a dog I had to take care of for Patti’s daughter, Alexis. It almost made me cry to think of all the good, brotherly advice I gave Tom while growing up. It was a good thing that I could tell that his conscience was bothering him. Then we told more stories and finally all drifted off to cabins. Some of the women started their hot tub routines. This became a nightly ritual involving either wine or peach drinks and lots of conversation. Aunt Melva says she really misses those hot tubs. Of course for at least one of our ilk the “hot” part of hot tub was not satisfactory. Debbie Hargrove filled hers with ice so the experience was a bit different there. Remember, this was the house that would erupt peaches now and then as well. More on this one later. (The picture is from the group on Bill's back porch.)