We also took a little ride past Camp Grayling. A doe and her twins were having a late dinner.
Saturday morning, we drove back into Roscommon for the Firemen's Memorial Festival Parade. As we were coming into town, the fire engines were lining up on the side of the road. We saw the numbers from # 38 all the way up to #1.
Camp Grayling sent in one of their trucks. It was really cool!
My poor fire engine lover! He'd had enough of all of the sirens and horns during the parade. I finally sat down with him and put my hands over his ears so he could at least enjoy the parade. A boy next to us was sharing his candy with Jacob as he wouldn't let me take my hands of of his ears! Toward the end, this momma just wanted to yell "ENOUGH with the DANG sirens already!". Thankfully, our Daddy-O video taped the parade and I think Jacob has watched it non-stop since!
After the parade we drove out to the actual memorial. We found a few local firefighter's names. It always humbles me to think of those folks who are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice - police, firefighters, soldiers - for me, for us. It takes a special human being to put themselves in harm's way - and 'thank you' never seems like enough.
Wow, that's definitely a lot of firetrucks. I was gonna say J must've been in heaven, but then those sirens... :( Still, very cool.
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