First was the Mandan road race. My sister, my uncle Bob, and a friend of Bob's ran the 10K race. Memories were flooding back - through junior high and high school, we spent almost every weekend at road races around the San Francisco Bay Area.
After all the runners took off, this little guy got scared and lagged behind a bit. It was really sweet. Slowly but surely, he eventually made it.
I opted for playing tractors.
Our three super stars!
We cleaned up a bit and claimed our spot on Main Street for the parade.
Finally the parade arrived. The Mandan High School marching band was one of the first entries. My mom and I get a bit emotional at parades, especially when the music arrives. Yeah, we're sappy.
And he peed and peed and peed and peed. I had no idea a horse could hold that much liquid.
He created quite a flow down the gutter, disrupting all the parade watchers along that route.
Lucky for us, we sat across the street.
The horse clean-up crew was quite creative. Free fertilizer! How's that for fun?
We were immensely thankful for their service.
The rodeo clowns arrived and the parade fun resumed.
Who knew Mandan has their very own Golden Age Club king and queen? I sure didn't.
Creative fun from a beef rancher.
And then there were tractors.
New and old.
And about 30 in between.
My favorite floats are 'old man' bands on flatbeds. I especially like the accordions.
They're knee-stompin' fun, I tell ya.
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July 4th: part two will be around soon.
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