July in Phoenix is always fun. I think June is technically the hottest month, but man it sure feel like it's been July this year. The hundred & teen temps are out of control. I heard someone say that it's really sad when you think 100 is cool, because you've been so used to 115+. I thought that was pretty funny. July also traditionally brings our great monsoons, but we just haven't seen much of that. Even for Fourth of July, when I generally head down to southern Arizona, the storms were non-existent when they are usually fabulous. I have never seen a better storm than in southern Arizona.
But, no such luck this year.
Quick trip down to mom & dad's in Sonoita for Fourth of July. Not a whole lot to report, except for a few words on the Fourth of July parade in Patagonia.
I love small town events. The attendees are always so serious about every aspect. For my parents, it was imperative that we leave two hours prior to the start time of the parade. "We need to get the right spot under a tree." At the time it seems slightly obsessive. What on earth will I do in Patagonia for two hours while I wait for the parade to start? Surprisingly, the time went by very quickly. And, once the parade starts, I really appreciated that two hour jump start. We have prime real estate right under a tree with front row seats. Sweet!
So what can I say about the actual parade? Not a whole lot, it was typical small town parade. If you're from a small town, you are sighing a sigh of nostalgia right now. If you're from a big city, you probably don't get it. The candy thrown into the streets, the ridiculous "floats", the water balloons and water gun fights. Great fun. Almost makes me want to move to a small town.
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