July 4th is in my top 3, in terms of favorite holidays. Not because I'm patriotic, but because July 4th involves fireworks and I love fireworks. Not just seeing them, but also blowing stuff up, making noise, the smell of black powder, etc. all in the name of celebration. I know it's shallow -- kinda like appreciating Christmas for the presents, and Thanksgiving for the meal -- but there's also the deep appreciation of family around 4th of July too.
For years now, Jenny and I have been taking the kids down to the Kirkland waterfront to watch the fireworks show. If you sit in the right area, you can also see the fireworks at the Space Needle, Gasworks Park, Bellevue and then all the individual shows at Carillon, Hunts Point, etc. This year we did the same, arriving early to get a good seat. Hannah met up with a bunch of her friends and had lots of fun. Hunter and I went for ice cream, walked the docs (looking at the cool boats) and then climbed every tree we could. All part of the waiting, the anticipation -- for when darkness comes and the fireworks finally start.
Well the fireworks started, but within minutes we all agreed that the Kirkland display was the worst it'd ever been. Not nearly as good as any of the other displays we could see at the same time. I really like sonic booms and feeling that thump against my chest -- well, the damn barge was SO FAR out in the water that it took a full 2 seconds to hear what we were seeing. So not only was the display way too low in the sky, there was no thump in the chest! And the finale was over in about 3 seconds.
Next year we're going to Lake Union.