Cul-de-Sac of Fire

One of the benefits of living in a cul-de-sac is the lack of traffic. The kids can ride their bikes and play and I don't panic if someone runs into the road because we just don't get that much traffic. Everyone who lives in the our cul-de-sac knows that there is a possibility that kids will be present and drives accordingly. Of course we teach them to watch for cars and not run indiscriminately into the street, but generally it's pretty safe.

We also have a perfect venue for setting off fireworks. Our neighbor Josh coined the term Cul-de-Sac of Fire; since we don't want to drive down to Provo's massive Stadium of Fire celebration every year (or even any year, I guess), we make due with whatever legal fireworks we can buy here in Cache Valley. It's nothing too complicated or crazy but it's fun.

This past Saturday we decided to set off a few fireworks - it was really windy and we were the only ones out that night (aside from the babysitter of our neighbors). Frankly Jay and I would have just skipped the whole thing but Henry and William were adamant that we do something with fireworks, since last July 4th we were travelling to Southern California.

The result:

We pulled the plug shortly after 10 pm. A few hardy souls in our general vicinity went a bit later, which is fine. But whoever was shooting off fireworks at 3:30 am, I just have one thing to say - Really?