Last night was July fourth. Chelsea and I drove up to the Evans Canyon trail head for what was billed as a spectacular view of the fireworks over the city. Knowing that it was about nine miles from the fireworks should have given us a realistic expectation of how great it was going to be. It did not.
That's okay though, we crawled onto the roof of the camper shell for a better view and had a nice time hanging onto the crossbars for the next thirty -five minutes to keep from sliding off.