Happy 4th of July

This morning we went into Anza to see the Anza Days parade. I wasn't quite sure what to expect. It turned out it wasn't so different than the parades I grew up watching. I guess all small towns are alike that way. I was expecting
~the VFW,
~the horses,
~the Boy Scouts,
~the Ladies Auxillary,
~the fire trucks,
~the old-fashioned, restored tractors,
~the old cars,
~the local Lions club,
~the political figures,
~the sheriff and state patrol,
~the 4-H group,
~the church groups, and
~the candy throwing.

I was not, however, expecting Opie, the honorary mayor. HE'S A GOAT. Yes. I said a goat. He was wearing a visor and a blanket with his name on it. Opie, the goat mayor. Yeesh.

Soon, we head into the big city of Temecula to see the powwow at the local casino and hopefully find some yummy food. If we're lucky, we'll get home in time to watch the fireworks from our backyard. Wheee! Here's some Independence Day spirit from our property: