Our first stop was an area where the Chainsaw Chicks were creating works of art from tree stumps drawing a large crowd.
There were also civil war characters with tents, fires and cooking demonstrations near the old cannons.
Apparently the guy who lives here is quite a character known for speaking his mind and flouting his opinion in his back yard where everyone can see from the street.
There was plenty of entertainment for the kids with swings, pumpkin decorating booths, palm trees to climb and dance routines in the pavillion.
This church is now a mexican restaurant so we went inside to investigate and whet our lips with a beer. When the barman refused to take our money, we discovered we had crashed a wedding! Our cameras drew a few looks from their official photographer so we knocked our beers back and headed out, as we were feeling decidedly uncomfortable. I didn't even realize the white fluffy veils draped outside were an indicator of the activities inside, I'd just put it down to the restaurant's decor since it had once been a church.
We headed next to the cemetery where we spent a while roaming around looking at the headstones and the confederate area fenced off. I spotted a train carriage at the edge painted with this wonderful graffiti.
I though this was the saddest grave in the cemetery, a headstone marked only with a name and this dear little bedraggled teddy bear sitting up against it, which had obviously sat through many downpours.
We later walked past this abandoned house which Barb informed me was a Sears catalog house, and supposedly the only one in the area. As dusk was drawing in, we packed our cameras away and headed back to the welcoming sounds of the festival, where we sat with a beer listening to the bands until it was time to go home. And not a drop of rain!
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