Friday: I went and hiked the Y, by myself, because everyone was
working or schooling. Well, I didn't make it far on the trail before I found a friend.
I picked it up because I knew everyone would appreciate a picture of ME holding an animal. Precious though. I immediately sanitized my hands afterwords.
Friday night a bunch of us went to check out the Freedom Days festival on Center street. You could smell funnel cake and fried things from 3 blocks away. From there we all rode bikes to the lake, where we [Greg] swam and set off fireworks that Ryan got from Wyoming.
What do you get when you combine Rock Canyon Park with 70 feet of tarp? A legitimate slip & slide. And bruised hip bones. It was way fun, and other than a few bruises, I didn't even injure myself! It's a 4th of July miracle.
After the slip & slide, a group of us went to the rope swings in Mona Lake. I need to work on my arm strength because I was SO sore the next day.
I washed my nasty dreads out (curly hair + slip & slide + dirty lake water = dreads) and went over to Jon Jon's house for a BBQ. Here is Lindsey and I when we rode bikes to watch fireworks from the Stadium of Fire.
Church, work, then the preparations for the big parade. Provo hosts its Freedom Day Parade on the street I live on. The parade was Monday morning, but people were allowed to get things set up at 3:00 PM on Sunday. So that is what we did all day and night :) we roped off the section in front of the house, and brought a whole living room set out there. I mean, a couch, coffee table, chairs, mattresses, hammock, and raft. We played badminton, domino's, card games, bought ice cream from the ice cream man, and then partied at night with thousands of other people who were camping out as well.
I slept inside, which was a wise decision on my part.
Monday: The parade.
The parade was fun, and people were jealous of our spot and sitting arrangements :)
It was such a good weekend. Tiring, but good indeed.