Go Forth and Celebrated the Fourth!

What is a better way to celebrate the birth of a new nation than by going out in to the woods in central Idaho, freezing a wild porcupine with bright light, loading him up and hauling him back to town where he will compete in what may be the world’s only annual porcupine race? I can’t imagine there is one!

The tradition of porcupine races in Council, Idaho is decades old, and has been a part of my family’s annual celebration since I was the same height as the spiky competitors themselves. Before each contender is hauled out to the racing ground though, he is put in a cage, strapped to the back of a four-wheeler and driven through town as part of Council’s 4th of July parade. Once all have had a gander at the challengers, each animal is auctioned off, with the winning “owner” getting a cut of that day’s prize purse. Run Mr. Porcupine, run!

Of course, each year there is a jailbreak during the race, where at least one, if not many, of the pokey little guys scurries under the plastic sheeting meant to be the course perimeter. It is at this point that small children are quickly hoisted on to the backs of their fathers, mothers let out squeals of terror and the entire crowd takes off as if a grenade landed in the vicinity of their viewing area.  It just wouldn’t be a porcupine race without a few quills dangling painfully from the calf of an unprepared spectator sporting shorts rather than the necessary long-pants required of such a potentially painful event.

On top of the trek to Council to see the races, my childhood Independence Days were rounded out with evenings spent  lounging on a blanket spread across a patch of lawn in front of the College of Idaho’s library, munching on Idaho Spuds (a wonderful concoction of puffed marshmallow swathed in a thin layer of chocolate covered in coconut flakes) and where we had a perfect view of the small-town fireworks provided by the city of Caldwell.

This  year, there were no porcupine races on my agenda, no Idaho Spuds making a mess of coconut down my shirt, and no red, white and blue fireworks to commemorate the birth of a new nation.

That isn’t to say the day wasn’t celebrated though.

I attended not one, not two, but three separate 4th of July events over the course of the previous week. The US Consulate in Chengdu hosted two events- one last week in Chongqing and one this week here in the city. Both were official parties, thrown to celebrate with our host-country dignitaries and contacts. Official event really means “working event.” The evenings are definitely networking opportunities, where both the Chinese and Americans come with their stacks of name cards, making connections with new people, passing out contact information and building relationships. This is all great, expect for the fact than I neither have name cards, nor, as CLO, am I a contact that people are looking to make. What this means is that as soon as someone I was chatting with realized I had no real power/information, our conversations quickly came to a halt and they moved on to bigger fish, leaving me to swim alone like an awkward little minnow.

The third, and final, Independence Day event was the community one, planned and hosted by this brand new CLO.  As my first official party as the planner, I decided to go informal and low-key. By this point in the list of parties, people were not looking for anything too rehearsed or regimented. I heard that sidewalk chalk (or at least colored chalk) was available at the local IKEA, so I made a trip out there last week, which could be a whole blog post of its own, as I saw not only several people sleeping on the beds and one guy actually preparing a small lunch in one of the sample kitchens, but also a photo shoot in one of the living room display areas! I ordered seventeen pizzas from Mike’s and put a whole lot of soda in the fridge.  With several spouses offering to provide desserts, we were ready to enjoy an afternoon of hazy skies at the pool. (Haze is constant here. Sunshine is a rarity. Chengdu has to be a solar panel’s worst nightmare!)

The day before the party, I checked The Weather Channel’s website, just to make sure I was set for the party. When the site listed Wednesday as having 100% chance of rain, I knew a change of venue was imperative. 100% leaves no wiggle room. It will rain. It will be muddy. There will be no swimming.  I sent out a quick email moving the party indoors and made sure I had a giant roll of butcher paper to take the place of sidewalk for the kids.

After going in early to put beer and soda on ice and bedeck the reception room in glorious red, white and blue, I was set for a rainy day party. But what did I get?


(Now is not the time to get me started on my feelings about weather forecasters. Yet again, I’ve been misled and mistreated by these “professionals” who peer into their crystal balls of meteorology and divine the future of local cloud cover and precipitation. I put no more faith in them than I do the woman at the county fair whose tent is bedazzled with fake gems and who will read your palm for the low, low price of just $5.)

That’s right. In a city that hasn’t seen actual rays of sun in well over two weeks, my 100% chance of rain day turned into the nicest day we’ve seen in a fortnight. The sun was out, a slightly blue sky was visible and the sidewalks were begging for amateur artwork. Needless to say, the party quickly moved outdoors where pavement was splattered with pink flowers and blue clouds and green trees and the pool was filled with everyone from toddlers to Marines.

So, my 4th of July might have been missing mid-sized spikey mammals competing to waddle across the finish line on a high school football field, but it was filled with new friends, passable pizza and most importantly, some rare buy glorious sunshine! (Rumor has it those delightful little treats known as Idaho Spuds are in a care package somewhere between Idaho and Sichuan as I type.  It’s never too late for marshmallow-y goodness.)

6 thoughts on “Go Forth and Celebrated the Fourth!

  1. I believe that is the most interesting blog about, well nothing really, that I have ever read! Never let anyone tell you that you are not a good writer Michelle! I was thoroughly entertained. My wife was laughing about your side trip to IKEA, and was comiserating with you about the sunshine fiasco. I of course enjoyed the anecdote about Council, being raised there, even though I did not attend the porcupine races. Me and the boys always had the big bear hunt/fishing trip planned that weekend. We never saw a bear at any one of these events, rarely caught fish, but we always had the best of times. It was the only time we got far enough out of town to have a beer and not get caught by the Coach! You would think Sheriff, but we were terrified of getting caught by Coach Potter. Any infraction and you were off the team, and all he had to do was hear the rumor and you got the axe. So these trips were secret, and attended by the elite few. But I digress, thank you for an entertaining morning spent thinking about old times and chuckling over new.
    Your friend,
    John Love


    • Thanks John!

      I have many fond memories of Council as a kid. I loved seeing the porcupines each year and gathering the quills they shed on the football field. I am not sure what happened to the handfuls of them we would haul home each year, but for a few hours after their collection, those quills were our prized possessions!


  2. I TOTALLY agree with John. You are an EXCELLENT writer! I could visualize the porcupines scurrying about. I am also inluned to gohome and make an Idaho Spud (yum!). I, literally, laughed out loud as I read your well-crafted article (glad I’m in the big room by myself-haha). Don’t be surprised if you receive a future request to be a guest blogger for the new Travel section of my blog: http://lovelyspirit.wordpress.com/encouragement-for-travelers-2/.

    Your New Pengyou,


    • Thank Rachel! It is just good no one wandered by your office while you were giggling to yourself. They may have thought you were getting to friendly with the giant cockroaches that seem to have moved in to the building.

      I would love to guest blog if the occasion ever arises. I spent a good deal of time Friday night wandering through your blog and love how positive it is! It is definitely one I will be keeping up with from here on out, as I can always use a touch of sunshine in my Chengdu life!


      • LOL – Yeah, another cockroach probably would have sent me running into your office instead. Thank you for the comment. I’m glad it added sunshine to your life, especially since you and Thad have added sunshine to mine since I’ve been here. Have a GREAT time at the yarn market!


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