Having made no holiday plans, George and I decided to go for a drive and see where the wind would take us. We drove through Spanish Fork Canyon to the junction with old Highway 89 and followed that road to a small town called Mt. Pleasant. We got there just in time for the 4th of July Parade. What serendipity! We found a place on the curb under an old tree and waited...and waited...and waited! Small town events move at their own pace.
While we waited, we endulged in our favorite hobby of people watching...especially the children. Many of them had decorated their bikes and wagons with red, white and blue streamers and showed them off in a little parade of their own.