This past Wednesday I went to the fireworks and unlike the Saturday before there was no lightning storm competing against it in the night sky. There’s not much to report as everything pretty much went off just as it should. I met up with Nic and we parked ourselves on the path at Sunset Beach, a little ways east of the Inukshuk. We each indulged in some pricey ice cream bars at the concession stand ($4.50 for an almond-chocolate) but when it’s still that flippin’ hot at 9:30 p.m. it doesn’t bother you so much. Nic brought along his tripod and took plenty o’ pictures with his digital camera, a piece of hardware that makes my pocket camera feel inadequate and ashamed by comparison.
The show was quite good and at times spectacular, the only negative being that we had to stand for the half hour and partway through my 25-minute jog from a few hours earlier caught up with me and I really wanted to get off my feet.
I figured I’d beat the crowd after the fireworks by walking down and grabbing the #19 bus instead of the #22. Although it was 11:45 when I got home (the fireworks ended at 10:30) and the bus was crowded the whole way, I think I made the right call as I never even saw a #22 running. Yeesh.
