On the Shore, Dimly Seen . . .

I love the 4th of July. What other holiday can a wonderful breakfast be enjoyed in my favorite canyon with my wonderful family? When else is there a parade that cars get stuck in on their way out and that we can throw candy at little kids? I can't imagine enjoying the sun on a hike on Christmas. No one can downplay the importance of the ritualistic afternoon nap on the 4th, or the wonder of patriotic music, not to mention chemicals exploding in the air in cool shapes and colors . . .

Happy birthday America, I love you (even though it may not seem like it because I'm leaving)!