Eight Miles High . . . the location of the scattered clouds that canceled our fireworks show. But more about that in a minute. Here are the kids dressed for the Fourth:



We celebrated by going to a church breakfast early Saturday morning, taking a nap Saturday afternoon, having a barbecue with our friends the evening, and then trekking off to the other side of town for a supposed fireworks display. After parking with a thousand other people, literally on the side of the freeway, we placed bets for an hour on if THIS was finally the show, or just more illegal fireworks. Finally around 10pm, and seeing the hoards leaving, we figured it was either canceled, or this was it:

Turns out the display was canceled for a little wind and some scattered high clouds. So, we made our own fireworks show in the car on the way home . . . so to speak.


GRANDPARENT BONUS: A pic of Dory in her baby carrier, which makes her look a little like an unmasked Darth Vader.
"Luke... help me take this mask off. Let me look on you with my *own* eyes."