Fourth of July in California is weird.
California is weird; there are celebrations, but few of them. Towns generally avoid them because they draw crowds. None of the seaside towns do really anything at all for fear of being swamped. There is a display - apparently it was long this year - in Scotts Valley, about two hills over, so we could hear it but not see it.
Our entertainment for the evening was one of our volunteer fire trucks chose our street and the next up to run a training exercise for about an hour or so. They got the truck stuck on the one-lane street, unstuck it twice, then did a hose-exercise where they located one of our undersized fire hydrants and then pumped water up the hill in a big circle. Then they turned the truck around, folded up their equipment, and left.
We had our campfire going and nearly every neighbor wandered over to see why the big truck was there - no one wants to see a firetruck in the woods, after all.
It was one of our sit by the fire, have hotdogs and play with musical instruments nights. Very pleasant.
Our entertainment for the evening was one of our volunteer fire trucks chose our street and the next up to run a training exercise for about an hour or so. They got the truck stuck on the one-lane street, unstuck it twice, then did a hose-exercise where they located one of our undersized fire hydrants and then pumped water up the hill in a big circle. Then they turned the truck around, folded up their equipment, and left.
We had our campfire going and nearly every neighbor wandered over to see why the big truck was there - no one wants to see a firetruck in the woods, after all.
It was one of our sit by the fire, have hotdogs and play with musical instruments nights. Very pleasant.