Today’s cheap thrill might keep you waiting a year or several, but it’ll be worth it.
The challenge? Join us some year for a Creswell 4th of July!
I’ll admit, I’ve never been a huge 4th of July fan. I feel blessed to have grown up in the USofA, but I’m not especially patriotic, and though I enjoy a good BBQ, the 4th of July was a lot like any other summer day for me growing up. But Creswell, Oregon, knows how to throw an Independence Day shindig.
It starts with a parade, naturally – a quaint but incredibly crowded parade down the main drag of the tiny town. About 20,000 people squeeze on to the Creswell streets to watch homemade “floats,” antique tractors, every firetruck in the county, and all the kids from 4-H and their goats march down the road.
Candy is chucked at children with reckless abandon and often “ooooohhh!”-earning accuracy.
It’s noisy and messy and crowded and wet (the firetrucks tend to be a bit generous with the water balloons and squirt guns), but it’s also just adorable and homey and chaotically great.