The day started off with the noisy Citiots, the new word for the idiots from the city, across the meadow. They come up on holiday weekends and blast their I get down and boogie pop music all night while screaming into the night. Well they couldn’t resist and were firing off bombs into the sky at 5:30 am. They continued through the morning until they were drowned out by the sound of the sky falling. Pea sized hail and rain blasted our garden, flooded into the house through the flu of the fireplace, and covered the ground making it look like it was winter in the summer. To make matters worse when I ran to the window to see, I stubbed my toe so hard I am pretty sure I broke it. I told Jenn that this was the wettest dry season I have ever seen in the Jemez Mountains. Who knows what the monsoon season will bring.
Shortly after the brief winter settled in, we were off down the hill to my dad’s for a bbq. Well after a short argument about taking the dog because it might be to muddy and wet at my dad’s. We finally decided to take the dog and a towel just in case. We arrived and it wasn’t muddy or wet but that didn’t stop us from needing the towel. The first thing Sabra did was think she was Jesus and tried to walk on water. She walked straight into the ditch like it wasn’t even there and to her surprise she dunked herself. After she panicked for a moment we got Sabra out of the water and dried her off. We hung out, ate dinner, and drank some pomegranate wine while the kids went rampant. We decided to go to the village to watch the fireworks and me and Jenn left ahead of everyone else.
We arrived at the village, and had to park a mile away from the park and began our walk. Anyone that has ever been the the Jemez Springs 4th of July Festival can tell you parking is a bitch. You have to find parking on the side of the road and have no choice but to walk in the middle of the road. So you get this huge parade of moronic drivers, drunken pedestrians, and people like us just trying to make our way. We finally made it to the park and settled in when Jenn asked,” Do you think it is going to rain?” I shook my head no and then suddenly the skies opened again and dumped rain on our heads. We ran toward a gazebo where we met our neighbors for the first time. They are retired and are working on building a mansion a street away from our house.
Once the rain stopped we, as in Jenn, decided that we should sit in the wet grass and go home. I agreed since my toe was hurting from earlier and I just wanted to go home. We walked a mile back when a lady asked us if the fireworks were still going to happen, Jenn looked up and told the woman, “there is one now.” Boom! The one firework I saw on the fourth of July. We climbed into the car and drove off to the top of the mountain. We decided to stop at the little store a few miles from our house to buy some munchies and saw a picture of a 32″ Brown trout that a guy caught two weeks earlier.
When we got home we watched a couple movies and tried to calm the animals down from the sounds of the thunder. Finally we decided to go to bed and that’s where the fireworks really began. Lighting crashed all around us and thunder shook our house. We were awakened by the storm outside. The cats and dog were all scared shitless so we wrangled them up, put them in our room and drugged the cat. After spending a half hour gathering and drugging animals, it all stopped and the sun started to come up. The end of July 4th 2009!