Saturday, July 05, 2008

Fourth of July 2008

We spent the evening at Gasworks Park in Seattle overlooking Lake Union and watched the fireworks. It was Enya-Maria's first Fourth of July in the United States. Since the fireworks didn't begin until 10 p.m. she was fast asleep in her stroller. She slept through the entire show.

So this post is dedicated to her and to allow her to see what she missed.

I have to admit that I was just as enthralled by the spectical of skyrockets as I used be as a kid laying on the roof of my grandma's garage watching the starbursts from Boise State Stadium. I'd never been so close to a show as we were at Gasworks (other than the time I when out on a tug pulling a fireworks barge for a freelance story I never wrote).

Ashes rained down on us as we thrilled at the explosions. And yes, I'm sure it wasn't good for the environment. Nor were the hordes of onlookers who rushed back to their cars to avoid the inevitable jams getting home.

But those few minutes of fire in the sky were somehow worth it.






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