As a child of the 70s, I spent my fair share of time in a roadside fireworks booth, usually a fundraising venture for my sister's gymnastic team. I remember bringing my barbie dolls and coloring books along for the ride, sitting on a blanket for hours as the sun set. (I remember constantly being told, "DON'T TOUCH THAT!" too...)
However, what we had last weekend was not your piddly little street fireworks of yore. OH NO.This involved a trip to Boomtown. This involved a family crowd of at least 40 people and some squirrely dude-cousins with a SYSTEM. (As in, they look forward to this all year and they have special platforms built for certain fireworks.They pull them out and assemble them each year, with improvements based on an assessment from the last year, because they are nerds and what is it, but a carte blanche on July 4th to Light. Stuff. On. Fire.) (...somewhat safely, of course.)
We spent a good two hours watching them put on their show because -- "Amuurrrrica! BOOM!!"
And, um, they launched big fireworks several hundred feet into the sky...? This is something that has never been allowed anywhere that I've ever lived -- Like, DISNEYLAND-style fireworks.....?!
Oh, man. You probably should have a special license to launch those, but this one little sliver of Washington is all, "Naw, y'all're cool. Just do us a solid an' keep the fire department on speed dial..."
We did this as the last bit of fun at around 11pm, when most of the other fireworks in the neighborhood had already ceased. It was so peaceful to watch a bunch of colored lanterns float off into the quiet, ink-y sky.
I didn't take a lot of pictures because I was doing a social media diet over the weekend and my "regular" camera is not very advanced. It doesn't have a flash or any special speeds, like the app on my iphone. I missed having my iphone with me because of that, but I also had a little laugh at my cousins, who were watching the show like this:
(I probably would've done the same thing.)