As we have for several previous years, we escaped to my parents' cabin in Sunlands for parades galore, pool time, river time and, of course, fireworks. I managed to bring two bikes and a pair of running shoes, in hopes that I would actually do something active and try to work off the pounds of red meat I ate all weekend.
HA HA HA HA HA HA!
That was me laughing, because I rode my cruiser once, for a grand total of 3 miles, and I didn't take my road bike off of the car.
Did I care? NOT. AT. ALL. That's because Fourth of July in Sunlands isn't about training. It's about Sun! and Fireworks! and Parades! In short, it epitomizes summer.
I should be completely truthful here, though, and tell you that I did run in the Sunlands Inaugural 5k, in which I came in second on a hot and windy day. But then I didn't do anything else active. I swear!
My parents' cabin is about 5 houses down from the pool, but Hazel insists on riding in the wagon every single time.
Check out who is on the jetski! My water-loving baby girl, that's who.
Second woman in the 5K. I wanted to win, but since I now embrace the number "2", I will accept and own it.
En route to the Sunlands kiddie parade. Hazel gives Baby Eli instructions since he's a rookie.
Three days before his first birthday, we celebrated Baby Eli and his awesome cuteness.
Parade Number Two! All geared up for the George, WA parade, featuring antique tractors and a combine.
Hazel's gazillionth piece of candy at the George, WA Fourth of July celebration.
My brother Clayton is a pretty damn rad banjo player. Hire him for your next party! He needs the money!
