July in November

Harking back to warmer days, let's reminisce about the good old 4th of July.  After a crazy-busy week leading up to the 4th with Miss Nicole trying out for and securing her post as Queen of Border Days, we loaded up and headed out on our annual pilgrimage to Troy, Oregon.  This was our third visit there for their 4th of July celebration.  You can read about 2012 and 2013 if you need a refresher.

Because of the craziness of Border Days, we didn't make it to Troy until Saturday, the 5th.  The group we've joined there the last couple years made other plans this year, but our little family was determined to uphold this new tradition at least one more year.  It just so happened that a couple of our Lewiston nieces were participating in a crazy long road race that ended in Troy that same day, and we talked one of them into joining us for an overnight camp out.

As always, we especially enjoyed the street dance.  We took over the "dance floor" when they played our requested line dance.

These two darling nephews enjoyed the festivities, too.

Some random strangers generously shared their glow sticks with these happy fellas.  Glow sticks always add to the fun.

The smaller fella was not so happy, however, when the fireworks display began.  We were all settled in ready for the show, but he wasn't a big fan of the super loud noises.  Keep in mind, they shoot the fireworks from just across the river, so it is loud.  His older brother thought it was all great fun, but poor Bill had his ears covered and was squirming in Ellea's lap.  His mom took him to the car and that improved things a bit, but fireworks were not his thing!

We packed up and headed home after only about 24 hours, which is not my favorite type of camping, but we made more memories and had fun together, so it's all good.