|The Von Trapp Children|
|A good stretch after a good run.|
|With this much soy sauce at Island Noodles, how can you go wrong?|
It was a festive atmosphere though, and the line for Island Noodles stretched long down the street. I braved the line, which moved relatively quickly, figuring any place with giant cannisters of soy sauce was worth the wait (and I'd had my first taste of the noodles earlier that weekend at the Whitefish Art Festival). As I watched the parade begin, I dug into those hot soba noodles, laden down with crunchy vegetables. Oh yeah, baby.
|The sea of people leave the parade.|
We laid out a feast of grilled hamburgers, roasted corn with Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese and butter, potato salad, watermelon, red cabbage slaw, and Maple-Dijon baked beans.
After supper, we packed up a dessert picnic of pecan shortbread with sugared berries and homemade whipped cream. We drove down to the lake and sat on the shore watching private fireworks displays.