The boys decided to foresake their normal Sunday position in front of the boob tube watching football to spend an afternoon bathed in warm sun, with the sounds of mountain music lofting through the hillside, the smells of campfire and lots of interesting things to look at. 
Oh and there was food. Old fashioned rock candy, curly fries, kettle corn, cotton candy, root beer. That's what the boys bought. There was lots more yummy stuff including the best ever apple cider made over an open fire with big chunks of apples. Rule #1 of festivals. Never ever buy those $2 recorder things. They will drive you plum nuts. You'll run screaming in front of trains to escape that shrill sound. For some reason small people with normally short attention spans will blow on those things for hours. Maybe the thrill of that piped pipper is that he promised the children that they could blow on the flute next. Anyway poor Erin had a major melt down over not being able to play her stupid recorder. Lauren had one over taking turns with a jump rope. Other than that..... a good time was had by all.
Check out my beautiful Lauren.
