…and the home of the Brave!

This Fourth of July weekend we chose to embrace the rurality of our surroundings. What kind of parade does a town of less than 3,000 put on?

One that looks like this:

And this:

What does a town do for its citizens that are wilting in the heat?

Turn on one of these:

And drench Main Street.

Much to the relief of kids like this:

Who’s the lone girl among this cache of boys? Well, our 13-year-old daughter of course.

These gentlemen followed her home after fireworks to roast marshmallows in our fire pit. We were happy to see that she found a fellow girl to help balance out the numbers.

To continue our “rurality embrace”, we spent the following day where else…but at the feed lot!

Where the kids went riding

On real horses

With real cowboys

And drove real farm gators

And made new furry friends

Some rode shotgun

While others shot guns.

(For the first time might I add. And I was not aiming at the ground. I was just trying to figure out how the flippin’ thing worked. The safety was still on, OK?)

Hope your 4th was a little more civilized, a lot cooler, but just as memorable!