Vehicles lined both sides of the road leading to Cane Bay, the site of the Mardi Croix Parade.

Some had their spot picked out and spoken for.

Some came for the wave action.

Some came to go boating.

Some came just for the sun and sand.

And a gal named Tish was there for it all.

More sun worshipers.

And even more zany sun lovers.

There were strollers...

And more strollers.

And even more strollers.

There were those odd dressers.

And the mad hatters.

And the crowd waited. This parade must be on Crucian Time, man!

If you got hungry, you could buy a hotdog while waiting for the parade.

Hmmm...I wonder if I can get me one of those hotdogs.

And then it began.

Renny Roker was in the lead car entry.

The Harley Davidson club members were part of the parade.

One biker on his hog.

There were little revelers...

towing their canoe. The kind the Carib Indians used to navigate St. Croix' rivers.

Then the parade of cars.

And this classic was next.

These fellows had a tailgating party going on.

And the parade continued.

This one was puzzling.

And this was somebody's fantasy. Tatoo turned out to be quite a bit taller than I had expected.

And the majorettes were twirling their batons to music.

One pretty smile from a Majorette.

Beads and candy and bubble gum were thrown to the crowd.

"Captain Bill" and his yellow plane. Note the rates posted.

The horses were decked out.

This horse was especially pretty. Horseflowers!

And the younger horsemen came after.

As the sun grew hotter, some ladies, like this one, sported parasols. Very pretty.

Another parasol with a happy parade-goer to shade.

Elvis may have left Graceland, but he has been sighted on St. Croix riding a motorcycle!

Another merry maker enjoys the festival.

There was a momentary gap in the parade.

These two ladies waited for the parade incognito.

Some of the crowd had alternate forms of entertainment.

Not to be outdone, Eyore the Donkey had his share of riders as well.

And then, the Coconut Kids of Crewe de Croix came down the road.

The show was spectacular.

The troupe wore a mixture of animal skins and bird feathers.

There was that "Hyper Bootie" again.

Getting into the rhythm.

More of the routine.

The dance goes on.

Aren't I fashionably dressed pour un chien? Bien sur, mon ami! Laissez le bon temps rouler!

Some of the usual suspects when it comes to having a good time!