The Solstice parade starts out with the nude bicyclists, and it's a joyful jolt of hilarity. Most of the riders are thoroughly and creatively painted, but some are just ... naked on a bike.
The riders seem to be having a lot of fun, and they interact with the appreciative crowd. There's lots of shrieking and cheering, and sometimes verbal exchanges.
One beautifully decorated woman asked as she went by, "does riding a bike make my butt look big?"
Some of the costumes involve more than paint, as you can see in the turtle, above. I only take photos part of the time because I get so caught up in just watching.
What parade would be complete without a wizard or two?
Or a specialized costume.
After the nude cyclists — and there are hundreds of them — the bands, floats, singers and dancers take over. None of the floats are allowed to be motorized so they have to be pulled and pushed by people.
There are gigantic, spectacular creatures made from paper, as well as more "traditional" rhythm bands and musical groups. There are always pointed political performances as well.
Did I mention the dancers of every stripe?
And the fabulous singers?
I gotta tell ya, the sixties live on in the Fremont neighborhood of Seattle!