So here we are at our cabin on fireworks-free Metolius national forest land, carefully scheduling our visit so our loud-noise-phobic dog will escape the trauma of hearing booms and pops, and the early evening thunder has been enormous the past few days.
Serena has spent a lot of time trembling inside closets, defying her name.
There’s some profound philosophical message in this, but the 4th of July isn’t the time for deep thoughts. We spent most of the day walking around, enjoying the special character of this holiday on the Metolius River.
Some cabins are decorated patriotically.
There were low-key parties under the Ponderosas.
The parade down (and up) the river was something to quack about.
This float was pretty cool.
I saw an eagle and its young in these natural sculptures. Don’t you?
This isn’t dog abuse. Laurel was trying to get Serena’s ears raised, because she always pins them back when a photo is taken.
We sure didn’t have to deal with any crowds today.
Oh yeah, you can do some serious relaxing here.
You want purple and mountain majesties? The upper Metolius has it. USA! USA!
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