Space was very tight - it is nearly impossible to weave in and out and spin around in a group of people when you are all wedged tightly together.
Unfortunately, sometimes those who were dancing in the street got left behind when the parade started moving again.
I had an exciting moment when the truck started forward while I was standing on the trailer, and I sat down rather unexpectedly on a hay bale. My square dancing skirt did not quite make it in between me and the hay. I hopped back up, but had plenty of hay stuck to my skin (underneath my skirt if you get my drift).
I hope the crowd thought that the shimmying I was doing to get the hay off was what square dancing is supposed to look like.