For the Fourth of July we headed down to Santa Cruz for a few days but it didn't look like the above picture......
It looked more like this! PACKED!
Luckily we were a few miles away in the Redwood Forest.
Painting, reading, walking and relaxing. It was incredible weather and we ate dinner on the deck every night.
We brought our guard dog Mika with us!
There was a parade down our little lane that began with the new fire truck blowing its siren.
Followed by the old fire truck blowing its rickety old siren.
Followed by kids young and old.
People decorated their cars, trucks, golf carts, bikes, strollers, skateboards and shoes. Anything that moved. Mr. B and I just parked our lawn chairs in front of our cabin and ate our lunch while waving to the parade going by.
Heckle and Jeckle were in the tree nearby, cheering on the crowd! Every morning we would wake to them making a weird clacking sound. Apparently it is the noise of dominate females. They sounded just like the bushmen tribe in "The Gods Must be Crazy".
Later in the day we took a drive to Lighthouse Point to watch the surfers but there were few waves and even fewer surfers.
People were enjoying their Fourth out on the water.
And on the wild rides at the Boardwalk. We got caught in a major traffic jam so I was able to take plenty of photos from the car.
How often do you think they inspect those bolts????
"You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family
picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flied die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism." -- Erma Bombeck