Ensconced in Junebug Campground

So, we are dry and comfortable in our tent outside of Red River, New Mexico.  The temperatures aren't too hot nor too cold.  The campground isn't crowded, but that may be because the heavy rain over the last couple of days has turned what is usually a crystal clear mountain stream into a fast flowing, milk-chocolate murky river.

On the Fourth of July we go into town to enjoy the local's Independence Day parade.  We love small town parades.  They're the same all over the nation.  At home, we are either in the parade waving to all of our friends and family on the sidewalk, or we're on the sidewalk waving to all of our friends and family in the parade.

(Here, of course, I am in the van trying to figure out why I'm not getting internet connections!)

After the parade there were other entertainments like Indian Inter-tribal dances, Grass dance, Side dance, and an award-winning performance of the dance honoring the revered eagles.  (This is the first time I've tried uploading a video.  Let me know if it works...)

Well, that was enough to wear Granpa out:

That evening we drove back to Eagle Nest for the fireworks show.  I have LOTS and LOTS of photos, but they never translate into the same feeling we have when we watch the celebration in person.  But, trust me, it was one of the longest show we had ever attended - almost 45 minutes!  And they were wonderful displays!

Happy Birthday, America!

( Not bad for a cell phone photo, huh? )