After they left, there was still much of the day left. The 4th is the one holiday that really gets started once the most of the day has passed. We headed out to Yukon to a park where the Oklahoma City Philharmonic was slotted to play. (Yeah, I know: what's the Oklahoma City Philharmonic doing playing in Yukon? Well, they'd played in OKC the night but their main gig was booked out of town. That's the way it's been done for the last few years so go figure.)
We made it to the park at around 7:30 and staked our claim:
Emily brought the dogs and Rachel brought along her latest beau:
Hmm. Don't quite know what the gang sign she's flashing signifies. I'm sure it's something positive. And it looks like it's required to be flashed for all pictures:
As we waited, some of us grew a little more intensely patriotic:
A local C&W band played and then around 8:30 the Philharmonic took over. We weren't far from the stage and the acoustics in the open air were excellent from where we sat. The variety of music was impressive: patriotic numbers, of course, and movie themes and Oklahoma related pieces. Some vocals, too. Wonderful.
The fireworks started right when the Philharmonic finished a little over an hour later. Piped in music accompanied them and the display was mightily awesome. We had great seats for that, too, but we were a little downwind so that some of the debris landed on us. Poor Pepper lost bladder control after the first barrage while she was sitting on Emily's lap but Rachel's friend was a good enough sport to hold her throughout.
It lasted for a good thirty minutes and ended with applause. We hiked back to the car, loaded up, headed home. On the way home, from the Interstate, you could see other fireworks displays out in the distance. Amazing that there was so many but then again maybe not so amazing.
A great country and a great celebration.
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