On the way there (and often back), the traffic is always without mercy. It took a good 40 minutes or more to go on a stretch that takes about 5 minutes normally. Walking would've been faster. My husband dropped us off and then went to look for parking. When kids and I finally get there, the crowed is unmeasurable and there is no place to go to the bathroom. We try to find a decent sized spot on the grass, and settle in.
There we are: sweaty, tired, with whining children and hurting feet from the walk. All of that vanished the moment the fireworks started. I only have one word: spectacular. My older one was bouncing up and down with joy the entire 30 minutes. The little one had cotton fluff in his ears from the noise, and just sat there with his mouth open wide. We all loved it. It was most definately worth all the trouble. A picture is worth a thousand words though, so here are a few from the times we went.
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