Park City on the 4th of July was one of my favorite places to visit as a kid. I remember staying in my Aunt Carol's condo near PCMR and melting in the summer heat all day. I would stay outside from dawn until dusk and end the festivities by watching the fireworks on a grassy mountainside. Magical. Who knew I would plant roots and raise my family here?
My Weston. I just want to eat that face!
After some adjusting, Liam was a fan of the parade scene. He talked about every single animal and vehicle that passed. Thank you to the Hanks' for the chairs and sidewalk space! The overcast made watching the parade much more enjoyable. It was the nicest 4th weather I've seen in years.
Sharing holidays with friends makes them So. Much. Better.
Our dear friends, the Allens, have moved to Laguna Beach and I'm mourning their departure. Dave Allen may look like a crazy homeless weirdo, but we love him! Allens: get the Charles Beach Room ready because we are SO THERE.
Coolest float I've ever seen in a parade in my life. EVER. These guys were already at least ten feet in the air on a truck, doing snowboard tricks another fifteen feet into the air off of a trampoline. You had to be there.
This has to be the only place in America where every float is dedicated to "Going Green" while put-putting along in huge exhaust-letting, carbon-emitting trucks. Gotta love the PC! Hey, they give a good show.
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