This year was the first in a long time that we have not spent July 4th soaking up the California beach scene. So, we, at least, had to get out of the heat!
We headed to Dad's cabin in Happy Jack.
Saturday morning, Casey, my dad, Cade, Max and Phoebe (aka. the BIG cousins) got up before dawn to go fishing. In the meantime, Sara, Lance and I walked the 'little' cousins down to the Blue Ridge Fire Dept.'s craft fair. The kids had fun painting big paper butterflies but, shockingly, there was nothing that quite called out to me, so we came home, empty-handed.
That afternoon, we drove back down to Payson to see 'Ice Age 2' eat at McDonald's (yum:/) and watch fireworks at the park.
It felt the way that I thought a small-town Fourth would feel...easy.
BTW- On the drive back up to the cabin, Phoebe began puking all over the middle row of my car. When I thought she was done I reached back to grab the baby wipes and she started up again, all over my arms. That was 30 min in to a 60 minute drive. Fun times;)
