A Real Holiday

We didn't spend our Independence Day holiday in the usual way, attending the parade of firetrucks and old cars in town, grilling burgers at home (usually under a cold, cloudy sky) and watching the fireworks over the Columbia River Gorge. We did something different this year.

We spent the day in my brother's new airplane hangar having a family barbeque, playing Bocci ball and taking some airplane rides.

The weather was a gorgeous 82 degrees with clear blue, sunny skies. 
What a great 4th of July!

Alyssa took the opportunity to bravely face her fears.

And everyone had a chance to explore the wild blue yonder.

The area, west of the mountains where we live, is a farming section of the state where mostly grass seed is raised.
This is a Christmas tree farm.

A saw mill. I wouldn't be surprised if many of those logs have barreled past my house on logging trucks from their origins in the forests here.

A golf course.

And a view of the western slopes of our mountain, as well as views of others in the Cascade range like Mt. St. Helens and Mt. Ranier.

It was a fun and memorable day!