Our little settlement here has now done a 4th of July parade for that last five years or so, and this year was our best yet. They organize at a place down the road, and then circle around our rural roads so everyone can get a peek.
Here's the head of the parade coming down the street, honking and flag waving. Love that Dodge!
The four wheelers were numerous, as were the kids on bikes and tractors.
Our next door neighbors, the vintners. Mrs. CW and I spent a fun afternoon in their cellar, dipping into barrels of wine and tasting the goodness of the grape. Their dog is naturally named Syrah.
Old cars and young kids. It appears to be a theme. That Scout brought back some memories.
Of course, there has to be a tricked out Jeep.
Kids on bikes. Gotta love it! And yes, the tyke in back with the helmet is on a dirt bike. We start 'em young out here.
A beautifully painted antique. The color choice is excellent.
And there they go over the hill, the awesome IH riding sweep.
The local fire department trucks were there as well, and make no mistake, our community loves our men and women protecting us from the inevitable blazes in this dry country. I have my house set up so that if the field catches fire and nobody is home, it can't set the house or even barn on fire. Self reliance, but hopefully all my preparations will never be needed.
It may be California, but in this part, it's all patriotism and families, horses and old iron, beards, tattoos, and the American Flag.