Here in Marlinton, we've got two big events: Pioneer Days, and the Autumn Harvest Festival and Roadkill Cook-Off. No, I am not making that second one up. Promise. As the name implies, the Autumn Harvest Festival doesn't occur until September. But last week, ah, last week was Pioneer Days. They technically began on Wednesday, and by Friday, the town was in full fair mode. A big flea market popped up next to the trail, a carnival appeared by the Humane Society, and all down Third Avenue, it was corn-dogs and fries, far as the eye could see.
Tamar came up Friday night and brought Jake, a VISTA from further afield in West Virginia, who we hadn't seen since PSO. Friday night was all about shenanigans, first in our house, then up the mountain a ways at another VISTA's house. Much trouble was gotten into, and fun had by all. Saturday was our fair day.
Rock City commemorative plate, a Pyrex bowl in a pattern I love, and, wonder of wonders, the holy grail of my growing globe collection: a light-up globe (which I have always, always wanted).
After a return home to rest, hydrate, and abandon Vista, we returned for the parade. It was supposed to rain, so I didn't think much about how much skin I was showing. Now I am just very grateful that my skin fades sunburns very quickly. Still, ow.
Patch Adams at the parade, who was all decked out. I liked the dude with the spoons best, however.
Renee arrived in the late afternoon, and after a pizza dinner, we headed out to the evening concerts.
TOMs, stylish girl that she is.
My crippling exhaustion aside, Pioneer Days were wonderful! We had a full house of folks from all over, and so much fun. So glad I got to experience this event, in this town. The Autumn Harvest Festival will have to do some fancy footwork to measure up, that's for sure!