We have been listening to the sound of fireworks for several weeks. The Indian reservations can sell fireworks all year long but right now is when they are the busiest. Deuce the dog doesn’t even flinch because he is an English Springer Spaniel and to him it must sound like the hunting fields. Ally the cat however prefers the windows closed so she can sleep in peace and quiet.
The biggest fireworks display in our area is the annual Bellingham Bay display. People crowd the waterfront parks and restaurants to get the best place to view the fireworks and then wait for hours to maneuver through traffic to get home after the fireworks.
Last year we were invited to spend a wonderful evening watching the fireworks at the home of Cis and Mike. Their home is perched on a bluff overlooking the bay with unobstructed views. On slightly more than two acres they can fit a lot of friends in the backyard and off street parking for all who attend.
This year Cis and Mike invited the whole Mt. Baker Chapter Harley Owners Group, along with all their friends, family, and co-workers. The party began at 5:00 PM and guests were instructed to bring a salad or a dessert with Cis and Mike providing hotdogs, hamburgers, and cold drinks. Larry and I took the traditional potato salad jazzed up with cilantro, spicy brown mustard, and green onions along with a red, white, and blue frosted cake.
What better way to spend the 4th of July than with friends, good old American picnic food, a little rock and roll music, and a fireworks display to end the evening with everyone oohing and aahing and exclaiming, “THAT’S MY FAVORITE ONE,” at each new dazzling sparkler in the night sky. The perfect nightcap to a perfect evening.
Happy 230th birthday America.
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