Charm. That's what this town has.
I first met this little place at the age of 19. I remember meandering through breathtaking mountains to find it. Just a small little mining town tucked away in a valley of trees. I love that we've made our way back here as a family. A very big family.
The town was packed with outsiders like us waiting for the spectacular firework show. We walked the streets, ate ice cream and fudge and BBQ (yes, the treats came first). When it started pouring rain, I had my doubts that the show would go on. But it did. And I've never seen or heard one quite like it. The giant booms echo off the mountains and shake your shorts as Jeff would say.
I think my favorite part of the day though was meeting the firefighters. They embody a lot of what I feel about the 4th of July. I'm not sure how to put it into words. And maybe you know what I mean. The giving of yourself for something bigger because you love it with all your heart. That and also because I still feel like an 8-year-old whenever I see firefighters. They are super cool.
And Silverton is too.
