Parade in Panguitch and Night of the 24th

I mentioned on our other blog a few of the events that happened over our weekend in Panguitch for the 24th of July, and I've also posted a few of the shots that I took during our stay as well. Here's just a few more.

Jared brilliantly came up with the idea to entertain the grandkids outside on the front lawn with the games we used to play as kids (that makes me sound old, doesn't it?). None of them included electrical devices or batteries and the kids still enjoyed the whole night ... up until the sparklers, but that's another blog entry. We played "Red Light, Green Light," "Eenie-I-Over," and "Mother, May I?" Grandma also dared to teach the kids "Duck, Duck, Goose," which she participated it. Bless you, Evelyn. Those were moves I didn't know you had in you! I was impressed.

This is a shot looking up in the old barn back out behind the house. Jared has told me before that that was his heaven growing up -- what young boy wouldn't love turning an old barn into a land of pirates, or cowboys and indians ... or a spook alley, as was his favorite. Is it any wonder he still loves Halloween?

Becky said it best earlier this summer when she stated, "We all know that the real reason everyone goes to a parade is for the candy." That was definately the case for the Black family. Here's the lineup, each holding his or her own bag of stash.

This one is just a reflection in the window of Henrie's Drive-in, THE place in Panguitch for soft-serve. Jared used to work there as a teenager. This is where he learned the art of flipping burgers and deep-frying anything you can imagine. Thankfully, that art does not live on in our house still. Soft-serve still does. Who is really living life to the fullest that doesn't indulge in the creamy, cold goodness of sweet milk as it melts down your chin and throat? Not me. I'd take it any day over candy throw from strangers on crepe-paper floats and tractors, which, in reality is what Jared and I did. In the words of Kimball, "Oh yeah, baby!"