My favorite fourth of July memory: I was twelve years old, and we had embarked upon a three week camping adventure with friends, exploring the western United States. We pitched tents in Estes Park, climbed Pike’s Peak, swam in hot springs, and straddled the lines of the Four Corners like we were playing Twister. In one trip, I checked off a list of American landmarks: the Badlands, the Rockies, the Royal Gorge, and more. It was timed appropriately that we’d land in South Dakota on July 4th. That evening, we sat beneath the magnificence that is Mount Rushmore and watched in awe as fireworks colored the sky. I’ll never forget it.
Someday I want to repeat that with my kids. Someday I will.
In the meantime, that experience is closely rivaled by our adventures at home. We’ve been busy this weekend.
I’ll be back tomorrow for more…and a giveaway winner.