Harvest Festival

On Saturday we took Alisha to a Harvest Festival. We knew nothing about it, other than the short blurb advertising it in the local newspaper, but we set out on Saturday morning intent on enjoying ourselves. In deference to the confusing Eastern tradition of naming roads instead of numbering them, along with refusing to align roads in any sort of straight fashion, I 'Mapquested' the directions before we left home. Funny what a difference a '.' will make. We followed my directions perfectly. South from our house, a right turn, a left, another right. At one point we were instructed to go .3 meals down Richmond Rd. in search of Union. After following Richmond Rd. for what was surely longer than .3 miles, we turned around, assuming we had simply overlooked the road. After 'missing' it again (we couldn't possibly have gotten faulty directions, I got them from Mapquest!) we traveled down the stretch for a third time. Disgruntled and frustrated, we finally headed for home, disappointed to be missing out on what had promised to be a fun afternoon. Upon arriving back at the house, I again Mapquested the address, ceding to the fact that I could possibly have written the directions down wrong. The problem? The '.' in .3 was actually supposed to be Richmond Rd. then 3, not Richmond Rd .3. Slight problem when you're in unfamiliar territory. Chagrined, I announced the difficulty to Ammon and Alisha, and we set out once again for the festival. Once we finally found it, the kids had a marvelous time climbing on tractors, taking a hayride with Mom, and checking out a 500 year old Bur Oak tree. I'm glad that Alisha was able to visit, and hope she enjoyed her stay!

Ammon and the kids checking out the Boy Scouts selling TrailsEnd popcorn. The hefty price tag scared them away pretty effectively.
Kadon on a good ol' fashioned John Deere. Longtime readers to this blog will appreciate the throwback to another picture posted on my blog some time ago.
Jeremy astride an antique tractor.
500 year old Bur Oak Tree. Recorded as the oldest tree in Montgomery county.

Victoria and the boys on the hayride. My face looks kind of funny in this picture, but I was having a good hair day, so deal with it!