The highlight of Independence Day at the Triple H Ranch is without a doubt the fireworks display over at Molasses Junction. I think I write about it every year – but every year is just a death defying as the last!
We headed out in the truck – the vehicle of choice for redneck fireworks to head out to an intersection in the middle of nowhere. The only thing around is a country store and acres and acres of farmland.
Les set up our folding chairs in the bed of the truck and grabbed his homemade brew from the front seat. His homemade insect repellent is better than anything you can imagine – it smells like eucalyptus oil and keeps away the bugs! We have our priorities in Elkton.
I must also add here that amid the controversy of the Confederate flag where Amazon and Wal-Mart are afraid to offend anyone, it was still flying high and proudly from the back of many pick up trucks – always getting applause from everyone lining the road for the night’s festivities.
We had a front row seat to the action where they were lighting the explosives across the tiny country road. We were told that ‘the least drunk person’ is in charge of lighting them. I assume so they could run away quickly – but the person last night just walked as quick as he could out of harms way. The real excitement is when a firework falls over and instead of shooting up in the air, hurdles down the street – exploding where it shouldn’t.
Last night did not disappoint. There were two such mishaps. The first one shot our way and exploded on each side of the truck (not 10 feet away on either side). The other one was much funnier as it did not involve us. It shot under the overhang to the store, scattering drunken revelers everywhere. I don’t believe anyone was hurt – which is always a good thing.
When we returned home, Les turned into a teenage boy and shot his own, garage sale purchased fireworks in the front field. It was more impressive, and louder, than anything else last night!
Until next year….