Saturday was Stretch's final cross country race of the season. After he ran, he was supposed to stay for the rest of the meet and the awards ceremony. Our three younger boys and the little friend that was with us were already getting bored so we headed out to Syrup Sopping Day in Loachapoka to kill a little time.
It was a crisp, clear, perfect autumn morning. At around 9:30 when we arrived, the crowds were already crazy. We had to walk 15-20 minutes from where we parked just to get to town where the event was going on.
When we arrived I immediately noticed the smells: funnel cakes, candied apples, popcorn, woodsmoke, burnt sugar and horse manure. Some of the little boys didn't appreciate the latter two odors and walked around holding their noses for awhile.
|As near as I could figure out, this is what was happening. Feel free to correct me if I have any part of the process wrong.|
|This man was in charge of making sure the pressed cane got taken care of.|
|There was a patch of sugar cane and cotton growing across the street from where they were making the syrup.|
|We also enjoyed just walking around and seeing the sights. There were lots of booths with people selling stuff, great music, lots of food to enjoy and "an interesting cross section of humanity" (my husband's words) perfect for people watching.|
|We enjoyed listening to this blue grass band, in particular their rendition of "Man of Constant Sorrow".|
|Q: What's the difference between a banjo and a Harley-Davidson? A: You can tune a Harley. Heh heh.|
Still, it was a perfect way to spend an autumn Saturday. We learned something new, experienced history and spent time together, which are some of our favorite things to do.
P.S. I'm on a 31 day journey to finding joy. Read those posts HERE.