This is leftover pie. I’m showing you this last, lonely piece of peach pie (with a soggy crust) tonight, which I am eating while I type, because I took no pictures on the 4th. Not one.
I’d intended to march in the parade this year (instead of riding on the float) so I could take pictures and maybe free up a spot on the truck for someone else. And last year they needed more people to throw candy. I figured I could take pictures and throw candy at the same time. While wearing my special blue Scotchman Peaks Wilderness t-shirt.
But the band girls protested.
Here are some of the band girls. Band women. Fellow musicians.
They make life fun. And you don’t want to mess with them.
And here’s the brass section.
They make us sound like a real band. The kind of band that has won a trophy three years in a row.
Here are pictures from a past parade so you can see what we look like:
I have to admit the view from the float was spectacular. It was great fun to watch the crowd’s reaction to the music and hear the cheers. And it was the perfect morning for a parade, with sunshine and blue skies.
After we admired our trophy, we stripped the decorations from the truck and went back to the high school’s front lawn to watch the foot races and eat ice cream.
And I still didn’t take any pictures, which was really dumb.
But it gets worse, because later that evening there were fireworks on the water. And pie. And homemade huckleberry ice cream. And an absolutely gorgeous guest, three-month old Delaney.
I was so busy watching fireworks, eating pie and ice cream and waiting for my turn to hold Delaney I completely forgot to take pictures. I even forgot I owned a camera.
But it looked like this…
(photo by Will)
(Will–I’m sorry we missed your phone call, but I told everyone you wished us a happy 4th. We missed you on the dock!)
