It just wouldn't be the 24th of July without Panguitch. Small towns really know how to do it. It's funny because over the years I've always kind of made fun of the small town holiday....the parade that goes up Main Street and then back down to help it last longer....the floats full of Panguitch alumni dating back to 1900....the fire engine spraying everyone....the canons going off at the crack of dawn....everyone knowing everyone. But this year I finally fully appreciated it. There's a sense of community and pride that doesn't exist elsewhere, and I'm so glad my kids get to experience it. Having spent so much time there this summer, they were locals. And it was fun to see. They were so happy just collecting sticks behind Grandma and Grandpa's house, playing with the dogs, riding the ATV and motorcycle, wading in the creek, and hanging out "downtown" at the Cafe (It still makes me crack up that everyone refers to the Cafe as downtown). It was fun seeing them have the whole wide world to play in without the restrictions of fences, strangers, and traffic. Not to mention in Panguitch they have the best grandparents a kid could ask for. It really is a child's paradise. I think it also made me love and appreciate my small-town husband a little more because he was having just as much fun as the kids building jumps, checking out the fishing, and hanging out with his brothers. So after all this time, I'm finally sending my love to Panguitch. Thanks Panguitch! And thanks Grandma and Grandpa!
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