Here are some of the photos of the 4th of July parade!!!
This year’s theme: honoring our veterans!
Mike, our float designer.
Our mountain goat, in honor the Scotchman Wilderness.
Jon, with his grandson (right) and nephew (left). The boys are wearing his old uniforms.
Petra and Connie get ready to serenade the crowd.
A proud grandson.
Julie, who keeps the beat for all of us.
The “horn section” waits for our turn in line.
Very patient Bruce on the bass.
Linda is ready with her accordion.
Best Adult Float Trophy!!!
Story Man thinks we were great.
He would have been 89 today.
We never stop missing him.
How he would have laughed at this scene at the Cousins Weekend!
With birthdays two days apart, Sarge and Grandpa often shared a party. My dad’s favorite cake was made of Dunkin Donuts!
Speaking of birthdays, Sarge is turning 31 soon…
And I’ll bet he wishes he could have a doughnut cake.
I need an excuse to make one.
The Sisters, Etc. visit was another Event, with the parade and the fireworks and the warm weather and a chatty three-year old to entertain us.
There were lots of wonderful meals…
And many wild card games…
And conversations that lasted long after sunset…
See you all next year!!!
We’ve never seen anything like this before.
This is smoke.
The fires in central Washington are far away, but close enough to fill the air with smoke.
Our hearts go out to those folks in Washington who have lost their homes. You can read more about it here: http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/fast-growing-washington-wildfire-burns-homes-24609109
Our sunny, hot summer days have turned smokey. Fires in central Washington are the cause. It’s amazing how the smoke travels, though it is quite far away.
Here’s the link to the map: http://www.nwccweb.us/information/firemap.aspx
Yesterday afternoon a dark red sun burned through some of the smoke to create an odd glow in the sky.
I watched it for a few minutes, then fell asleep (I was on the dock, recovering from a long day of errands in town). Story Man caught a 2-pound bass. Banjo Man cleaned it. We grilled it for dinner and I beat the guys–once again–in Canasta.
I’m sorry to have been so long in posting. Our bouncing-off-mountains internet service is often too slow to load pictures. And I’m too impatient to sit here in the office and wait for things to load, time-out, then load again.
I promise to do better. I really do.
This morning I was up early, with such good intentions! My little office is still not organized. Stacks of music and piles of cords litter the floor. Zip lock bags of computer stuff are all over my makeshift desk. I need to hook up the monitor, organize the speakers, arrange the guitars, take out the trash.
This is not very interesting, is it?
…for tomorrow morning’s fishing trip.
Time to fish. Check out Banjo Man’s lucky red hat.
Time to tease a big cousin.
Time to tease Mom with the pool noodles.
Time for romance.
Time to kayak.
And best of all, time for a nap.
Small town America. It’s the best.
Here are pictures I took while perched on our float as we lined up on a side street.
“If you can’t do it in a tractor, it doesn’t need to get done!”
(I think he was on his cell phone!)
And here’s the view of the crowd, while we were in the middle of the parade route.
And seen in the parking lot, at the end of the parade…
Due to a technical glitch, photos of the Friends of Scotchman Peak Wilderness float and the Cougar Creek Band will be posted in the next edition of the blog.
Story Man has been indispensable this past week.
Because he is young. And energetic. And doesn’t have a bad back or bad legs or bad knees.
And because he is a helpful kind of guy.
His uncle was thrilled to hand the power washing chores to the next generation.
After some instruction, of course.