|Rolling hills in California|
|Hills changing colour in Nervada|
|A variety of flags discovered in the old farmhouse|
In Oklahoma we were visiting our friends John and Mitch and were staying at Mitch’s farm in Perry, north of OK city, for the 4thJuly. We had a wild night on the third where we let off fireworks, climbed grain silos, played on hay bales and stayed up until 4am just talking and drinking American beer. On the 4thI assumed that when a big lunch was served to us that this was our Fourth of July feast, but I was wrong, dinner was even bigger with family, friends and neighbours filling the many tables that had been set up in the garage and outside in the late afternoon. The day’s temperature was in the high 30’s and dry as dust. In-between meals we young folk went to a field and set up targets and a skeet (clay pigeon) shooter to practice our rifle aim with. It was the first time Claire and I had used a gun and it took me a little bit to not feel strange about the fact that we were just shooting them for fun. After a while I got into it and fired a few rounds from a shot gun and a pistol, but I didn’t feel the need to keep doing it. It’s strange how different upbringings can show through in base instincts like that. Here it was legal and we were doing it for fun, but my base feeling was that you don’t play with guns.
|Abandoned markets in OK city|
|Mitch showing me how to use a pistol|
Because it was so dry fireworks were only supposed to be fired down at the big town lake where there was a display being put on by the town council so we went down to watch that and had a fun experience where we were sitting in the middle of a field with kids letting off fireworks all 360 degrees around us. It was kind of fun and kind of mildly scary having them burst 20meters away from you and straight over your head and somewhere else you can’t see but you can hear, all simultaneously. Fun!
|All dressed up for the 4th|