Highway 101, also known as Oregon Street in the downtown area, was closed to traffic for about an hour today. Everybody who was in town came to sit and watch the smallest parade open to anyone and everyone: children rode bicycles and horses, adults manned fire trucks, and all entries were home-made and simple. My favorites: the contra-dancing couples dressed in western garb dancing the whole time; and the geese-chicken coop, animals parading with their pets.
Memorable.
Every float threw candy and stopped long enough to have little ones pose with Uncle Sam.
Visitors will shuttle their little ones to a bunch of activities in town including a jerry can race, a sand golf tournament, a dingy race, sidewalk chalk painting, horse-shoe tournament, a fish-fry, a hot dog/burger/all dessert eating competition, and an original play called Fool's Hill, a boyhood in old Port Orford.
If everyone is still awake at sundown, which happens late up here, they can sit on the beach, cuddled in a blanket, and watch the fireworks courtesy of the local fire-fighters.
Got to run now.
Sorry you can't be here.
