Paul, Ginger, and I drove to Castaic Lake for some magical fireworks. We packed up some blankets, yummy treats, and picked up dinner on our way. We sat in the bed of Paul's truck & watched movies through the rear window underneath the stars. When the fireworks came and went, Ginger snuggled with us - unafraid of the noise and chaos. Another reason she's the best puppy ever, not that I'm biased or anything.
The night was perfect.
How did you celebrate the 4th, my fellow Americans?