the wild, wild webbs: Foothills Fall Festival

The annual Foothills Fall Festival is a 3-day event and is traditionally a gorgeous weekend. Since we've been enjoying the festival, I mostly remember the sun shining brightly, shedding our light jackets early in the day and in every picture the subjects are squinting in the bright, warm fall sunshine.

This year was very, very different.

First, there were antique cars. So, naturally we began telling Cooper about these cars and the festival a couple of days before we planned to go. We always go on Friday so to avoid the massive crowd on Saturday and Sunday. However, this particular Friday, about the only event going on was Noah and his animals counting two by two. Poor Cooper asked aaa-lll-lll day "when are we going to the ball bestibal?" We avoided the answer by providing an impromptu pronunciation lesson each of those times. We eventually had suffered from enough Cabin Fever and decided to RUN to the car dressed in our winter coats and armed with umbrellas at the first break in the rain around 5PM. We park at Grammy's house and hike through the wind and sprinkles, all while Kendall chants "We're going on a bear hunt, we're gonna find a big one, it's a beautiful day. We're not scared!" We finally reach the top of the hill at Broadway to find the state's biggest pumpkin sitting atop the back of an antique, cherry-red pick-up truck. Then we look left. We look right. We look back left. If we shielded our eyes from the on-again raindrops, we could see what resembled a white, antique car. That was it. One car. Oh, and the pumpkin pick-up. According to Drew's Grammy, the owners of the other cars had given up and headed home hours before. To say Coop was disappointed was the understatement of the century. So, we marched back to Grammy's house, played a little human Frogger at Highway 321, and alas, caught no bears, to Kendall's dismay.

Day 2. More rain. VERY, very cold. Late afternoon, we had all watched quite enough cartoons, eaten enough snacks and bickered enough for an episode of I Love Lucy. We decided to try again.

If we thought Day 1 was windy, we were quite surprised to get out into the blistery, wintery air of Saturday. But by-goodness, we were gonna find some CARS! So, back down Court Street, back to play more human Frogger at Highway 321, back down the stairs and up the big hill. According to the temperature, it's warmer than the day before and the sun was trying, trying, trying to peak out from behind the clouds. We had great faith that the cars would be lining Broadway. Actually, that's wrong. We never actually believed that at 4PM on Saturday of a major festival, the cars would be gone. Enough foreshadowing for you? Well, they weren't gone. There were 4. Oh, and of course the pumpkin truck, so I suppose that makes 5? Cooper was slightly impressed with the cars, but we moved past them quickly. We perused the crafts and visited a small section of the chidlren's area before Kendall broke out into full, Princess tears, shouting "it's too windy, it's too windy. Take me hoooooooome!"