As a Louisiana native, I have memories of Mardi Gras and parades that date from early childhood. And I’ve seen Mardi Gras pictures of our entire family dressed as clowns, costumes hand-made by Mom, that date back before my memory developed.
Now that I live in Colorado, I’m a little suspicious when folks get excited about parades. A line of pick-up trucks is not a parade (unless you’re in grammar school). It’s kind of laughable, like when the air here holds 10% humidity and folks say, “What a humid day.”
But on January 14, 2010, Eric braved the crowds in downtown Breckenridge, Colorado and got a few pictures. Suspicious as I was, the floats looked pretty cool. Maybe next year you’ll find me running around in my underwear and a viking hat, saluting my PBR to the snow gods. More likely? I’ll be the one snapping the photos of such salutations.