Over the weekend, the family, including Dave, Jessica, and their kids, now safely back from their trip to San Diego, gathered to celebrate Pioneer Day. At the same time, we met to mourn the unofficial end of the fireworks season with one final fireworks show (though I'm sure the pyromaniac neighbors will continue to launch them off through - and beyond - the July 26 deadline imposed by the state).
At any rate, we first enjoyed a good meal of barbecued hamburgers and hot dogs. Afterward, Mike and Jeff took charge of putting on the fireworks show at dusk as the rest of us gathered on the front lawn to watch.
Any fireworks show we're involved in also has to have the obligatory Lord of the Flies tribute, which involves kids of all ages dancing around the pretty, flashing firework, the name of which I don't know. The only thing that is missing is the "Kill the pig! Bash it in!" chant. And, of course, I'd be lying if I said I didn't join in on the fun.
With the loosening of Utah's fireworks laws this year, we were able to conclude the show by shooting off several Roman candles and other very loud things high into the air, and they were pretty neat to look at.
And so, as Jeff noted, we bid a fond farewell to fireworks for the next 345 days.
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