As the cannon rumbles, so must the cannon be lit. Repeatedly.
(At least no one decided to shoot Betsy's favorite broom into the bay this year.)
The pit. In some places, it might be used for a pig. Others, clams or lobsters. Here, beans and moose.
No lobsters this year, but we did pull a pretty hefty run of salmon and crab legs. Once you dive into crab legs, you realize how wonderful the meat is—and why it's so expensive... it's damned difficult to get enough out of them!
As the night (and beer) wore on, the evening turned to a perfect color. Minus, of course, the mosquitoes.
