No fireworks on the beach in Oregon. Ha.

 We stopped on the drive to the Oregon coast to pick up a can of fireworks, because yeah. Ever since Matt originally procured such a can a couple years ago, we've been all in. 

So we got our can of fireworks, but then the problem became where to light it, because the rental agreement of the place we're renting had some pretty strict "please don't blow up the house" clauses and also the dune grass surrounding the place looked pretty flammable and you know, we'd hate to lose our rental deposit. Therefore, someone came up with the pretty great idea to light up the Fireworks Can on the beach.

Except:

hmmm, this could be a decision-making factor
re: our plan to light up a can of fireworks on the beach.

On July 3rd at dinner, we asked our waiter if people were lawless enough to set off fireworks on the beach despite the clear signage. He kind of smirked and said oh no, absolutely not. Hindsight revealed the extent of his sarcasm. Spoiler alert.

Helen mused about the extent of the police presence and we all agreed if we snuck down to the beach under the cover of darkness and made a quick get away, the fireworks on the beach thing could be our best option. It was a tradition to light the Can afterall.

Yeah. So...

bonfires on the beach

Another shot of all the bonfires on the beach.

We get down there and the whole beach is lined with bonfires. It was like the Washingtons troops at the Deleware or maybe something out of Game of Thrones. Not sure if all this was really patriotic or total anarchy.

Right about then when I ceased all concern about our Can of Fireworks. Because:

Yeah, the fireworks on the beach were not subtle. It was kind of spectacular actually... randos with fireworks putting on probably the best show I've ever seen.