After we got everything, and everyone, decorated in full on red-white-and-blue style — well, blue for the Americans, just red-and-white for our Canadian neighbors! — we paraded south on West Shore Road, hanging a left to visit our friends at Duck Lake Campground.

Honeydew did not find any bikini-ed gals to ride in the forklift basket, but he did find the Hot Buns, and that’s even better!

According to us, anyway.

Chuck, Julie, and I escorted Miss Duck Lake in the ole convertible.

Darling-Brother-in-Law had the best pickup of ’em all, and this shot, with Chief Mountain in the background and the Montana and USA flags flying, is worthy of being the next Chevy ad, befitting the best trucks in the country. Right, DBIL?

In addition to forklifts, convertibles, and pick-em-up-trucks, the parade boasted pirates …

bicyclists …

runners …

off road dune buggies …

four wheelers …

Mrs. Calgary and her darling progeny …

Nan on her lawnmower and JC in full NASA regalia …

an awesome party barge, including local celebrity — and sweet neighbor — David Walburn …

and our tractor, of course.

There were also battling neighborhood restaurant floats! Brother Dear lent Tammy, our adored busted up Ford Explorer, to the Park Cafe crew, and pulled their float, since Tammy don’t run no mo …

Pie for strength! The Park Cafe crowd went head to head with the Johnson’s crew, which is pretty funny, since Tammy got “busted up” during Jay Franck’s employment at Johnson’s … we keep it in the family near Babb. Cousin.

Here’s the 2012 Johnson’s of St. Mary float …

pulling the 2nd half of their float, containing a couch, and part of a mini golf course … awesome.

When we did our turn around on the north end of West Shore Road, it got hairy between the competing restaurants, which are literally located across the street from each other in St. Mary …

It was quite a motley crew, headed down the south shore of the lake …

As we rode, I kept thinking about all the other 4th of July parades simultaneously occurring, and how not one of them, in the entire country, had the view we enjoyed …

If that’s not a framer, I don’t know what is.

As we headed back to the Tack Barn, for the potluck, we added some walkers to our entourage, and some dawgs, of course.

We arrived at the Tack Barn ready for refreshments and merriment … and we’ll showcase all that fun tomorrow.

Again, thank you to Marc Ankenbauer for his awesome photographic skills and willingness to share. As you might remember from yesterday, Marc’s on a 1 man mission to jump into every last one of Glacier National Park’s named lakes — there are 168 of these frigid, remote beauties, and Marc only has 12 to go! He’s raising money to benefit Camp Mak-A-Dream, giving kids and young adults with cancer a medically supervised once-in-a-lifetime experience in the Montana wilderness. You can donate, and check out his fun blog detailing his jumps, here.

See you tomorrow!

2012. Glacier County Honey Co. All photo credits to Marc Ankenbauer. All Rights Reserved.

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