In the town where I grew up the long weekend is when they have...wait for it...Heritage Days, where there's a rodeo and parade and family get togethers and all sorts of pancake breakfasts. When I was little it was called Whooper Upper Days, which I think is an infinitely more fun name and I still call it that and look forward to it every year.
Even the year it snowed.
Yes. Snowed.
In August.
In August.
Anyhoo, today was the parade. I love the parade. The route goes past my grandparents (old) house and the family would always make a day of it with a potluck breakfast afterwards. Sadly, the grandparents moved, but the family still goes to the same spot every year to watch. We don't even have to call or co-ordinate anything, just show up and there's someone that you know.
Like a cute little puppy.
Or a strange kid in his batman pjs on the hottest day of the year. But you try talking to a four year old when he's got his mind made up.
There's horses.
And some dude with a sword.
And some dude in a bathtub.
There was a ton of candy.
And dinosaurs; because we're in Alberta.
And a train that was really cool.
And then there was something that made everyone stop and stare in wonder.
because you don't see this very often.
A pirate ship
In Alberta
During Heritage Days.
...Interesting.
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