“We need to leave as soon as we can,” Jerry said as we were finishing dinner.
So I promptly cleared the table, washed the dishes, gathered my camera and a few other things and went to the car. Jerry loaded in a couple of chairs and his jacket.
Having never done this before, we didn’t exactly know where to go, but after driving through a couple of crammed parking lots, Jerry found a dirt area beside the Lake Havasu Resort very close to the lake. It was a good spot and at first we thought to watch from the car, but then we decided to move down the slight incline and sit right by the lake.
The Christmas Boat Parade was scheduled to begin at 6:00. Right on time from the southern end of the channel began the cruising of beautifully decorated boats. They dripped with lights. My favorite were the group of sail boats, who, for several minutes, as they reached the bridge performed a graceful, circular pirouette.
It was a splendid night, a bit chilly and gusty, but not bad. Christmas carols playing through the area speakers lilted over the lake waters, the strangers beside us became friends, another photographer greeted me as he set up his tripod and through the evening snapped more pictures than I did; we met a couple of dogs, saw a few Santa hats and watched teen-agers twirl lighted plastic ropes in the air. Children called Merry Christmas from the banks, Arizona cactus, howling coyotes and a crescent moon glided by. Then silently moving before us was Mary and Joseph and baby Jesus. And so, for the first time, Jerry and I watched the annual London Bridge Yacht Club Boat Parade of Lights. It was magnificent.
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