The Fourth of July last year was blazing hot. This year? Not so much: Chilly and grey, with patches of rain. Apparently this is how the Pacific Northwest “does summer.” But being the good Americans we are, we celebrated our independence — weather be damned!
Seattle for the Fourth – Independence Day
|Every parade needs a good drumlins|
|I missed the point of this group — pies on bikes?|
Partway through the parade we became famished and took advantage of the sidewalk grilling operation at the pub behind us.
The hearty burger helped me last through the rest of the parade.
|Not so intense after all|
|They left the political marchers to the end. Probably the right call, since not every candidate got a good reception.|
Once the parade had ended, we walked around to the parking lots where all the old cars were on display. The dads loved it.
From old cars to tasty food — no trip to Bainbridge is complete without a stop at Mora’s ice cream shop.
|“Mora” means blackberry in Spanish|
|I got a coconut milk shake. Dad got something chocolate, and Greg got the classic mora (blackberry)|
|Lady and Pam were entrapped by the siren song of Nutella-filled crepes|
We got back to the mainland in a shower of rain and headed upstairs to the roof for dinner.
|The boats already were gathering on the lake for the fireworks show|
|Grilling! Pretending it’s summer!|
|Everything was delicious: pork chops, asparagus, salad, local cherries, local potato chips
and a handful of local sodas
(ack, I can’t believe I just wrote “local” so many times — I’m turning into a Seattle-ite!)
|And now the piece de resistance: grilled peaches with honey and ice cream|
|Few things are better than this|
Shortly after finishing our peaches, the fireworks spectacle began: A helicopter swung by trailing an enormous American flag; we heard the national anthem blaring through the speakers at the lakeside park. Then the fireworks . . . .
Happy Fourth of July!