The past two July 4th holidays in Denver, I realized something: most people leave town. If ever there was a “let’s all go to the mountains” weekend, this one must take the cake. The streets are deserted; many restaurants close for “vacation.” It’s a bit weird, but at the same time, kind of wonderful. We went to the pool on the 4th, and pretty much had the place to ourselves. We snagged a last minute dinner reservation at a place we wouldn’t usually be able to book.
However, come late night on the 4th, things didn’t seem quite so quiet. Firework booms came from every direction until the wee hours of the morning. As if to say, “Don’t worry! We’re all still here! Happy 4th of July!”
Happy 4th, indeed.
^^cherry pie! dan made one around this time last year, and we decided it’d be a solid 4th of july tradition. he used about 1/3 tart cherries from the tree he planted last summer, and the rest were frozen ones from costco. we greatly enjoyed eating it all weekend long. with bourbon vanilla ice cream from brooklyn of course.^^
^^between thunderstorms we biked to the neighborhood pool for willa’s continued swim lessons. ok, that’s not true at all. we just let her do whatever she’s comfortable with but it’s exciting to watch as each time she gets more and more interested in the “big kids’ pool.”^^
^^a virgin mule / date night dinner @ lower48^^