Just dragged ourselves back into town after 4 days spent in the absolute WAR ZONE that is Lander, Wyoming on July 4th. Fireworks are encouraged. Open container laws are lifted. In short, it is a huge, drunken free-for-all involving fire and explosions. What's not to like?
Even though our "real" purpose was to be at the party for mom-in-law's 60th birthday (which was fun), we managed to squeeze in the parade and the husband and I even got out for a bluegrass show and a lawn party during which drunken 20-somethings were shooting off roman candles...at eachother. The mother in me kinda wanted to call their parents. But instead, I just grabbed another beer and got the hell out of their way.
Also, my dad was in town to run the half-marathon that takes place every year. He lives in Missouri, so the altitude bothered him a bit. But as you can see, he finished way strong. He is my hero and he is awesome. Maybe next year I'll be there with him...
And really, how cute is that little downtown? This is the town in which I spent my last years of high school and where I met my husband. So its always fun to go back and see how it hasn't changed at all. Well, at least not in the ways that matter.
And now, I'm sitting here trying to get my head around an overflowing inbox.
Viva la USA!!! And Viva la Vacation!!