Friday, August 12, 2011

12 Aug West Fargo - Pyrotechnics Guild Int'l Fireworks Show

I drove from Bismarck to Fargo on Friday, August 5th, after bringing my two kittens to the vet for their booster shots. Along the way I saw one of my all-time favorite billboards [left].

I've spent most of the last month visiting family, and working on my family tree. I have promised to get the family tree updated, for my mother's father's side of the family, within the next year or so. And I had set a goal to get some specific things done on it before that family reunion the first weekend in August. So I did that.

I brought a couple of my best friend’s grandchildren to the PGI Fireworks show at the fairgrounds one evening. The PGI convention is held in West Fargo, ND, every four or five years. I’d never been to it before. These are the fireworks makers from around the country, and they come here to compete and to show off their stuff to their peers. As a friend said, the show started with the kind of fireworks most shows save for their finale, and just kept on going, and getting better from there. It was, by far, the best fireworks show I’ve ever seen. I saw several things I’d never seen before, including a red heart-shaped burst, arc-shaped bursts that reminded me of golden rainbows [above], and these amazing drapery-looking bursts [right]. The sky was just filled with bursts, over and over again. Besides all the bursts happening way up in the sky overhead, there was a choreographed fireworks display going on, all across the field below. There were so many bursts in the finale, that the stands were shaking, and shaking, and shaking, literally. It was incredible, really. And I didn’t even go to the “best” show – the Friday night show was supposed to be even better! I can’t imagine anything better. It was definitely worth the $10.

It was a treat to meet up with a group of the Escapees SOLOs for a little while. They were camped out in an RV campground in Casselton, about 30 minutes from the fairgrounds. There were even a couple there that I’d met at the rally in Quartzite last winter.