I was giddy for a week, just waiting for the smorgasboard of photo opps that I knew would be waiting for me at my annual hometown 4th of July celebration. And while the rain threatened to deprive me of my fix, my camera and I, in the end, prevailed.
Part I — Don’t Rain on My Parade
Well, it did.
But the dedicated parade-goers showed up with umbrellas, and in some cases, rain bonnets.
There were floats carrying children with guns.
There were fancy cars . . .
And of course, it’s not officially a parade until the obligatory “girl-walking-while-carrying-a-goat-on-a-leash” entry.
Her hat, however, was nothing compared to this hat.
People were positioned throughout the parade route, giving away water like it was, well . . . water . . .
Yet despite the persistence of the volunteers, there were surprisingly few takers. Hmm . . . it may have something to do with the fact that it was raining. And the majority of us were thoroughly drenched. For some reason, water didn’t sound especially appealing.
This little guy won my award for cutest Hispanic cowboy.
Red tractors . . .
As the parade came to an end, we all sloshed to grandma’s house while visions of next year’s parade danced in our heads.
There’s nothing like a small-town parade!
Stay tuned for Part II of my recap: The Carnival