I had what was mayhaps the greatest 4th of July weekend I can remember in the relatively distant past. The 4th has always been synonymous with sizzling ass cracks and pit stains in my mind. And also really horrible local Utah suburban parades where unknown politicians distribute second-rate candies (read: dum dums and sweet tarts) to weird kids with popsicle-stained mouths. BUT. Not so this year! Because I went camping, suckers. And it was magnificent.
A kick ass new friend invited us down to La Wis Wis campground, which was a true gem of a find. (Laura--you rule!) The drive there took us through the belly of Mt. Rainier National Park, and I squealed many times at the novelty of being so close to a volcano and Washington's main bitch. Rainier is the fucking coolest, and I want to kiss it. Lady Starship also overexerted herself in excitement, resulting in an emergency roadside repair from Mitchell. He always knows just what she needs because he's a wizard basically.
The campground was right on the water, and thank Carl Sagan because IT WAS (and still is) SO HOT. We stuck our chairs right in the river and didn't move for about 5 hours. I loved every minute of it. 10/10 would do again. We met several new camp friends, one of which had this beastly yet sassy Ford van (IT IS A V8 WUUUUT?) that was a perfect mate for Lady Starship. We also met young Walter Bishop, who is the puppy of my wildest puppiest dreams. I want to smother him in my love, respect, and admiration.
We came back from camping a bit early to take advantage of our condo's rooftop view. We had my very favorite Seattle family over for snacks and dranks and fireworks-over-lake-union viewing. I want to hug every single one of these people (and Lemon and Newo!) for coming to celebrate with us and for making it one of my favorite memories thus far here in Seattle. Plus, they all gave me an excuse to carry on the strong Sullivan family tradition of the almond flag sheet cake. Letting my freaky Utah flag fly, you know?