David Sneed //September 4, 2013//
Wheat Ridge used to be “The Carnation Capitol of the World.” Still is, as far as you know. Well, for nearly 50 years, Wheat-Ridgians have celebrated this honor with a Carnation Festival, kicked off with a parade down 38th Avenue.
And not the modern, high-tech, fancy-float-night-lights kind of parade, either.
This is the shoelace-trailing-can’t-keep-time-color-guard parade from old-timey America. The one where you watch a float go by and ask if Becky doesn’t look like maybe she gained some weight. Well Bobby’s been staying out late, you know, down at the Dew Drop.
Here are some entries from the 2013 edition which took place last week:
Again, it was pretty warm, and I was a mile down the parade route. The unhappy-dog-dragging-from-the-shade-to-just-finish-for-Christ’s-sake-we’re-almost-there end of the parade route.
Have you ever taken your 12-year-old daughter hiking and she says she doesn’t need to bring water but like a trooper she toughs it out and arrives at the end arms dragging and flushed with heat exhaustion, and even though she can barely move she keeps going because she doesn’t want to admit that you were right and knows that the A/C is just ahead if she can just get there? Well, that was the entire gymnastics club.
Mini buses, macro buses and the Shriners; as well as horses, goats, and the Fire Department – 90 entries in all.
And just six miles from Downtown Denver.
So two things:
Figure out what community you belong to and support them. They’ll support you back.