As an end-of-the-year-wrap-up, I need to publish this 4th of July post that I never got around to finishing:
Cory loves fireworks. Every other year we go to his brother's cabin on
Lake Coeur d'Alene in Idaho. Since it's on Indian land - and it's Idaho - it's legal to buy awesome fireworks and shoot them off your dock. Instead of going to a city fireworks show, everyone on the lake buys their own and has competitions.
Since I grew up in San Diego and I am a girl, I never got more than sparklers and those things that pop really loud when you throw them on the ground. Shooting off real fireworks is fun and kind of scary, especially when you're an adult and you understand that you could easily lose an eye or arm. Luckily I had "experts" giving me advice about what to buy and how to shoot them.
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| My firework "expert" at the stand selecting our ammo |
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| We made a haul |
I wish I had taken a better picture, but my favorite purchase was the obviously racist Mexican-themed fireworks that I chose. Being from San Diego, as I mentioned above, also makes me partial to Mexicans. That's the only reason I chose it.
When I eventually lit the fuse about 10 massive fireworks shot out of the short, fat cylinder (pictured above - notice the cactus) in succession.
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| Cory's (and soon to be my) family watching fireworks |
My fear for my life when one of the fireworks went awry and turned back toward the house made this the most exciting 4th of July of my life.
