We started our nation's birthday with a late morning hike up Big Cottonwood Canyon. It appeared to be the perfect day, scenery, and company but after a few minutes into the trail we realized the relentless flies would eat us alive if we didn't return to the car as soon as possible. We got to the top and as quick as a whistle commented on how beautiful the mountains were and immediately headed back down to the road.
Those nasty flies bite!! The kids were not pleased.
The afternoon was better, don't worry. We were house sitting for my mom and dad so we invited Nick's family over for some good old American barbecue. The trouble is when Nick's around a mere hamburger with ketchup and cheese just doesn't kick it. You can always count on something gourmet and "phenomenal" from Uncle Nick.
Aunt Brooke also happens to be a phenomenal photographer. She took some pictures of us in the back yard and I LOVE them!!
We then headed over to the Dalton's new home (under renovation) and walked onto the golf course for a front seat view of the fireworks.
Jack was terrified, Sadie was enthralled and George was squishy.
Happy Birthday America!!
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