In 2000 we moved through the tunnel to the Oakland Hills. It is a tight knit neighborhood because most of them had lived through the Oakland Hills Fire. The survivors welcome newcomers, and they teach us the horror of fire storms and how to survive the next one. A few houses survived that fire and one house has become a gathering point on the Fourth of July.
Our hosts invite friends and neighbors, and most importantly the firefighters from the Hills' station. This is a massive pot luck cook out. There is the pledge to the flag, singing of patriotic songs, prayers, a little history, the introduction of the firefighters, and the group picture. Then we eat.
We watch the Golden Gate ( for non Bay Area folks, the Golden Gate is the entrance to the San Francisco Bay, the bridge is named after it) to see how the fog is, high or low. Is the fog creeping in slowly, or is it rushing in? This is important. The fog determines if we will see the fireworks in all the cities around the Bay. Also the fog determines if we are comfortable or freezing. The last few years we have worn parkas and gloves. This year was wonderful. Shirt sleeve weather and clear, just a little low fog.
Below are some pictures from our neighborhood gathering.
Marty and Lew worked hard to not have a back up in the line. Also they wanted everything cooked to a moist point and not to a hockey puck point. Fine line when trying to have some precooked so the line can move on to the salads and veggie tables. They cooked everything to perfection. I was a gofer. Nancy helping get the meat on the grill.
It was a lovely fun evening.