I spent the 4th down in Dana Point, CA with a bunch of my family. After hearing last year’s harrowing tales of broken watches and knocked out teeth, my sister’s family and I couldn’t help but venture to Orange County for the infamous Dana Point Harbor water fight.
When we arrived at the point, we discovered a beautiful sun-tarped sanctuary that my parents and cousins had arranged, complete with red, white and blue streamers and linens. The barbecue was already smoking, there was fruit and crackers and dip adorning the tables, the sun was shining, the air was warm. It was perfect.
Then it got even better when I looked over and saw our lawn-neighbor wearing these.
Did she make them herself? Did she special order them for the holiday? Were they substituting for bathing suit bottoms—and was that why she had them hiked up so high? Did she have any idea just how much joy she was bringing to my entire family by wearing them? Of all the people I saw throughout the day, this woman had the most spirit and all-American pride of anyone.
We took 3 runs on the boat. The first being a quick cruise through the harbor, armed with about 7 supersoakers and an on-boat hose with a spray gun. We defended ourselves relatively well, although I accidentally smacked my brother-in-law in the head with a squirt gun, and we were all completely drenched when we got back to “camp.”
Trip #2 on the boat took us far out past the jetty on a whale hunt. We were lucky enough to see a gaggle of sea lions. Wait, that’s not right. A school of sea lions? A pride? A posse? I don’t know. Anyway, they were all lopped on top of one another on a buoy. Very cute.
When we caught sight of the whale watching yacht, my cousin sped up to follow it in hopes of spying Moby Dick, and sure enough we were able to see the blowspout spray and dorsal fin of this blue whale. It was quite amazing.
On the way back to shore, we played with a pod of 6 or 7 dolphins. I was tempted to jump in the water and try my dual-dolphin skiing skills, but with my luck, I would’ve accidentally grabbed onto the back of a great white.
The biggest highlight of the day, however, was watching my dad in action during our last harbor cruise and H2O battle. Some of the younger kids had made off with the supersoakers, so we were left with a few puny-stream guns and a couple of buckets. As you can see, saltwater turns my father into Rambo. My sister and I decided we would like my parents to send out this pic as their Christmas card in December.
Happy belated 4th everyone!
***Please note that I took Geekhiker's advice and cropped Shorty Short Shorts' head off. ***