Sun Valley has quickly become our destination for the 4th.
I love everything about that little valley on the 4th.
A small town, full of happy people, tucked up in the mountains is the perfect place to celebrate America's freedom.
I think it is inherent in Americans to love the simplicity of small towns, simple living, easy pleasures, and happy dispositions. And Sun Valley provides all of that and more.
This year was, as always, the best year yet. Leaving the dry 100 degree heat of SLC, for sunny, pleasant 80 degree Sun Valley was the first step to the perfect weekend.
When we pulled into our drive my mom had not one, not two, but 24 American flags strewn about my house. Step two to a perfect American weekend.
And step three to making it a truly great Schneider American weekend was to do all our favorite things. Which we did. We did them all.
On Friday we took the dogs on a walk, we scootered our hearts out, we flew (or at least attempted to fly) my dad's new remote control plane, I read Harry Potter in my backyard, we watched a lot of Wimbledon, and ended the night with Mexican Train.
On the blessed 4th of July, a day I love more than my own birthday, we threw on every ounce of freedom gear we own and paraded through the streets. I lived out my dream of scootering down the street with an American flag tied around my neck like some sort of Freedom hero.
We also played tennis, played volleyball, had a BBQ, and went to the famous Sun Valley ice show and ended the night with fireworks.
Oh, America, how I love you.
The rest of the weekend was filled with a 40 mile bike ride, more reading, more scootering, a Beatles concert (ok, well Beatles impersonators), an anxiety attack as I pleaded with Federer to win Wimbledon on Sunday morning (he did not), more walks with the dogs, and just enjoying that small town I love so much with my dear, wonderful, hilarious family.
I'm already counting down until July 4th, 2015, Sun Valley. Thanks for making it so wonderful.
(kacey.ism 347)
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