This year was one of those years, but circumstances prohibited us from going to DC with Kriss (mom), the Johnsons (sister Char), the Dittbrenners (sister Amy), and the Conleys (sister Tiff). Those of us that could not make it, Ed (dad), the McBrides (sister Mitzi), and the Hocks (sister Lani), had a very difficult time missing out.
Once you have seen the fireworks on the Mall, all other fireworks shows pale in comparison. I have found that this often makes me not make the extra effort to attend a local community celebration. In short, I have become a bit of a 4th of July snob. But this year, I was determined to do something fun with our small family as part of our summer of memories in San Diego.

After returning home for naps, we packed up our gear to head to Ocean Beach to watch the fireworks being shot from the pier. As we drove into the parking lot, we quickly realized that it was not a family atmosphere. Perhaps it was the man urinating in the middle of the parking lot. We decided to head somewhere else and drove to Mission Bay.

It was a perfect 4th of July to complement our memories of our summer in San Diego.