I’ve been slack keeping up with this blog because of the Fremont Solstice Parade, which basically hoovered up all of our spare time in June. It all started on a sunny evening under the Ballard Bridge…
This is where the floats live for 345 days of year, providing toilets for nesting pigeons and gathering dust. Pretty yucky.
This is the float as we got it – piled up with last year’s papier maché goodies and frankly in a bit of a state. We got to work with the help of other Girasol samba dancers – there would be about 40 dancers on the big day, plus a full band on board. Here’s carpenter Russ and Nancy getting busy…
I don’t know what you lot are looking so happy about, we actually wanted those poles brown.
At the end of the first weekend, it was looking much sprucer. Can you see what it is yet? No, neither could we.
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