Sirens Blaring

On our quest to become true citizens of our little island, we joined in on the local tradition of pancakes and fire truck rides at a firehouse fundraiser.

Prices were good, food was plentiful, and the ride was such a treat for the kids.

Bethelle rode in the front of the cattle-packed people on the top of the truck.  She froze and loved it.  Curie and I were smack in the less-desirable center.  Nick and Rigby cuddled in the back.

We were pleasantly surprised to run into our good friends, the H's.  I casually run into more people that I know here on the island than I have in other placed we have lived.  This is a strong community and we are enjoying its many benefits.