What is a summer celebration without a parade? (There are lots of parades in our downtown, which the local merchants hate). Here at the 107th Annual, it was a fine day for the parade, and there was a good turnout of participants. The parade always starts late because it is hard work herding all these
cats people, politicians, beasts and machinery. Anyone who wants to show up can be in the parade, but politicians have to pay $100 for the privilege. 😉 Heading up the parade as usual was the State Police and the local fire department (they are quite proud that they have a newish truck!). They were followed by the color guard of old soldiers who had squeezed into the old uniforms. Next:
The mariachis were the most colorful group in the parade. I don’t know if they are local, or if they are the sort that turns up at events. The mariachis at Mass just wore plaid shirts, so I don’t think they are the same group.
It is the West, so there must be horses. And a rodeo queen or two.
This is M’s uncle, riding on a 1950’s John Deere, and coming along on the tractors behind him are cousin-ish relatives on his other tractors in the collection. (Don’t ask me what he uses the tractors for or why he has them).
This is the son of M’s actual cousin, driving Great-Uncle S’ 1928 truck. As Uncle S never threw anything away (he did finally buy a new truck in the 1950’s) the truck even has the original manual.
Non-relatives, these are government employees from nearby Fort Union National Monument at the tail end of the parade. In between were Shriners, school kids, parade marshalls, heavy equipment, old cars, new cars, a dog, a parade queen, more relatives and miscellaneous marchers. And a good time was had by all.