USA! USA! USA!

If you don't like the 4th of July than you hate America.

It's as simple as that.

Ok, maybe that's a little steep because around 2:00 the next morning, when someone lighting off fireworks in the cemetery across the street launch a bottle rocket into our neighbors car and their alarm goes off, I hate the 4th of July.

But let's go back to a simpler time.

On the Ferry to Bainbridge

We decided to spend the 4th on Bainbridge Island.  It's always fun to live and play in a big city, but when it comes to the 4th of July, a small town is where it's at.

The first thing we did when we got there was walk through the food booths to scout out what we wanted for lunch.  

We found our favorite booth

Nice job boys

For people that eat Gluten Free like us, it was not an easy task.

God Bless America

I settled on some Indian food while TJ went for the Hawaiian BBQ.  The boys had a mixture of both.

There was an awesome classic car show

And then we were on our way to the parade

Lil' Sebastian was there

After the parade, we were on our way back to the Main Land to see fireworks over Lake Union.

We went to Bhy Kracke Park (no really, that's what it's called) and waited for the big show.

TJ and I passed the time singing our favorite patriotic songs and that quickly turned to singing every Neil Diamond song we knew.

About 5 minutes after the fireworks were supposed to start, we heard someone say "hey, the fireworks are over there!"

Instead of firing them off on the usual barge in the middle of the lake, they decided to shoot them off AT Gasworks Park and no one in our park could see them!!

So we all packed our blankets and drove home.

On our way home, with two sleeping bears in the backseat, we watched what we could see by our house in our car

They were beautiful.  

I can't imagine how gorgeous they were up close.

'Murica!