Thanks to our neighbour Scott again, Morgane and I got to try out the coolest bike! One person rides and one kneels or stands. It took awhile to get the hang of, but I loved it.
Another amazing thing we saw was a lady who brought a bunch of hula-hoops. She was really good and even had a glow-in-the-dark one. But at night she really impressed the crowd when she used a hula-hoop on fire!
There are 5 or 6 torches around the outside of it. Her husband stands by with the fire extinguisher, just in case, and we’re glad even though she doesn’t seem to need it.
Our super VW neighbour loaned us his canoe to go see London Bridge. I know it may be hard to believe that London Bridge is in Arizona at Lake Havascu, but it is. It seemed odd to me when I first heard about it, too. I wondered why they didn’t keep it in England somewhere, but I guess they needed someone to take it and pay for it as well.
Ghis and Angela took the kids in the canoe while I volunteered to walk along the shore and take pictures.
They made it around the corner past the lighthouse and then began to run into some light traffic including the very large paddle-wheeler that ferries visitors to the casino across the lake. They got to ride a few waves as they crossed into the right lane.
London Bridge and one small canoe.Canoeing under London Bridge! Everything near the bridge has a British look.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t park their canoe anywhere. All the docks were private, so they turned around and headed back to camp.
Turning around and going back
As they left, I climbed up to the bridge to get a better view. I could see them paddle all the way back to VW land.
The canoeists are almost home.The great view from the bridge.
Up on the bridge with my zoom lens, I found that I could peep into boats as they passed under the bridge.
Unknown boat person.
It was fun, but I decided to switch to the other lens to get a picture of the entire bridge. I think I put the lens down on the edge of the bridge for a second because at the last second, I saw another boat I wanted to photograph – two ladies in a pedalo, one pedaling with her hands.
Somehow the lens fell onto the hard cement. I removed the lens cover and grimaced when I saw the broken glass. This was our one and only very good lens. I wondered all the way back whether we’d be able to replace it.
When Ghis saw it, he popped a protective filter off the end and showed me that the actual lens wasn’t broken at all. That was why he had put the filter on (He thinks I’m a klutz!). I am very grateful that he did and will be so careful from now on.
