We started a new tradition of heading out to Toppenish a few years ago, just outside the Yakama reservation. I had my fill of navigating traffic snarls for city displays, and since the Native American reservations in Central Washington have very little restrictions on fireworks, this turned out to be a cheap-as-free alternative. Normally we would visit my in-laws, but since they couldn't accomodate us, we simply left early in the evening to look at the Western-themed murals that encouraged the city to adopt the slogan "Toppenish – Where The West Still Lives."
My late grandmother used to live here, so we passed by her former house. The Hispanic family that was gathering there for a barbeque gave us funny looks.
There was a wonderful mix of smells in the air– besides pyrotechnic smoke, we could smell the mint and the hops that are beginning to come into season. I'll share a story about mint in that area in a moment.