Finally! Something to brighten the summertime! The Eagle Fun Days Parade was presented this morning, and we've captured the highlights so those of you who have never lived in Eagle, Idaho, or Afton, Wyoming can have a taste of what summer is all about.
The parade began as every parade should, with a flag ceremony. Then things started to roll downhill...
We were treated to lots and lots of politicians and aspiring politicians and other publicity-seeking types in Corvettes.Notice the Portable Theme Park in the background. From where we sat, we could see all five rides!!!
There were fire trucks carrying farm animals...
...and, ?What's this?!? Cowboy-people, in a parade, in Idaho, and they are not riding horses!What's up with that?
This was a group sponsored by a local youth academy that tries to teach disoriented children how to walk. They're still working on it...
This was the only thing even remotely resembling a float in the parade. I'm still trying to think of a connection between this Aardvarkephant and Eagle, Idaho, but I'm at a loss..
This was a group sponsored by a local youth academy that tries to teach disoriented children how to walk. They're still working on it...
This was the only thing even remotely resembling a float in the parade. I'm still trying to think of a connection between this Aardvarkephant and Eagle, Idaho, but I'm at a loss..By the way, there were no (zero, zilch,zip nada) eagles in the Eagle Fun Days Parade--what's up with that? (Duh, grandpa, maybe they were off somewhere having FUN!)
This was the only band (non-marching) in the whole parade.
This was the only band (non-marching) in the whole parade.There were no trombones or copper-bottomed tympani to be seen (or heard) anywhere. (Clay, maybe Jodie can explain that one to you.)
The pizza-delivery truck ignored my entreaties and drove right by me.
This team of daring young girls was apparently attempting to keep this large log from rolling off the truck and crushing spectators...
...while their friends stood around doing nothing, dressed in clothing made from the skins of the rare Green Bengal Tiger.
A team of Miniature Cheerleaders.
A large group of miniature twins. Is that what you call them when there are that many?
The pizza-delivery truck ignored my entreaties and drove right by me.
This team of daring young girls was apparently attempting to keep this large log from rolling off the truck and crushing spectators...
...while their friends stood around doing nothing, dressed in clothing made from the skins of the rare Green Bengal Tiger.
A team of Miniature Cheerleaders.
A large group of miniature twins. Is that what you call them when there are that many? Maybe "twinettes"?
This parade in rural Idaho managed to produce only one horse and one rider. What is the world coming to?
Wait! Hold everything! I found a job, right in the middle of our parade!
Of course Mom loved this entry.
The tractor is not green and yellow and it does not say "John Deere". Surely, we're not in Iowa.
This parade in rural Idaho managed to produce only one horse and one rider. What is the world coming to?
Wait! Hold everything! I found a job, right in the middle of our parade!
Of course Mom loved this entry.
The tractor is not green and yellow and it does not say "John Deere". Surely, we're not in Iowa.Is this heaven?
This is what got Grandpa to his first parade in about 34 years. That's Tyler on the left, sporting her new haircut, gracing the Wells Fargo entry in this year's festivities.
And look! There's Nichelle, throwing stuff at the spectators.
One more peek at the Wells Fargo rig. That's Tanner on the left, waving, and Tyler on the right.
I've been missing so much over the years--like watching the once-meaningful world of the small-town parade spiral downward into a contest of who has the biggest _______ (Fill in the blank with boat, motorhome, pickup truck, horse trailer, fire engine, ambulance, dance school, etc.)
Oh, yeah. Biggest Skunk.
Oldest old ladies in an old Mercedes-Benz. I guess thery'd just never been in a parade before...
At the end of it all came the fun--a giant water fight between the guys on the trucks and the spectators on the ground...
...a battle royal...
...that finally brought the long-looked-for clowns...
...and the other clownettes.
Until, finally, Mom had to say farewell to the parade as it faded far into the distance. She kept her shades on so you could not see the tears in her eyes.
This is what got Grandpa to his first parade in about 34 years. That's Tyler on the left, sporting her new haircut, gracing the Wells Fargo entry in this year's festivities.
And look! There's Nichelle, throwing stuff at the spectators.
One more peek at the Wells Fargo rig. That's Tanner on the left, waving, and Tyler on the right.
I've been missing so much over the years--like watching the once-meaningful world of the small-town parade spiral downward into a contest of who has the biggest _______ (Fill in the blank with boat, motorhome, pickup truck, horse trailer, fire engine, ambulance, dance school, etc.)
Oh, yeah. Biggest Skunk.
Oldest old ladies in an old Mercedes-Benz. I guess thery'd just never been in a parade before...
At the end of it all came the fun--a giant water fight between the guys on the trucks and the spectators on the ground...
...a battle royal...
...that finally brought the long-looked-for clowns...
...and the other clownettes.
Until, finally, Mom had to say farewell to the parade as it faded far into the distance. She kept her shades on so you could not see the tears in her eyes.HAPPY FUN DAYS EAGLES, WHEREVER YOU ARE!
