We had a lovely 4th of July at a place called Jones Beach on Long Island. We sunbathed, we swam, we napped, we ate sand, and we had a front row seat to the fireworks that night.
There were thousands and thousands of people at the beach, and someone capitalized on the captive audience from the movie G.I. JOE. This guy went all along the beach dangling from a helicopter. It got plenty of attention.
Emmilene was scared of the fireworks for the first 30 seconds, but then settled into a fascinated stupor.
We were so pleased to have such a lovely view of the fireworks that we thought it didn't matter how long it would take to get home. 4 hours later (at 3 am) as we walked into our apartment, we vowed to never stay to the end of a firework show on a crowded beach again.