If you ever get the chance, head down to the sweeping crescent beach at Seaside, Oregon for the Fourth of July. It’s a cross between a warzone, Burning Man and Fireworks Night, a crazy mix of organised displays, beach fires, sparklers, roman candle duels and (probably) more than an eye or two put out.
The perfect environment, in short, for a six-month old baby.
The clouds rolled off just in time for a glorious sunset. Here’s me getting in the way of it (thanks Kurt!).
Sparklers! Enough said. The whole evening made me a little bit nostalgic for my fireworks testing nights on Brighton beach, I must admit.
And despite Ginger’s misgivings, the cacophonic detonations, the sizzle of (veggy) hot dogs and our incessant whooping, Sam slept through almost the whole evening…
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