Today was Independence Day, when Americans celebrate the end of civilised society by blowing things up and going shopping.
I met Ken and Todd at the airport, and we flew up to Oroville for their 4th July fly-in.
Ken and Todd left shortly after Chris and Martin arrived, so I hung around with them for a while, then headed back. I went and flew over the house, but nobody came out and waved.
In the evening, we watched "A Quiet Place," (again) before going to bed early to try and avoid the worst of the fireworks.