One of many this fall, I presume. Dayton is a fantastic
place in the fall. The weather is beautiful, the fests are many, and the colors
are amazing. This is what I’ve observed anyway, from my one year experience.
I would like to include a disclaimer here. While I love all
the fests here in Dayton, fall in Colorado simply cannot be beaten. Dayton, you
just can’t compete with the traditional, colorful October drive deep into the
mountains - sorry.
Back to Dayton.
Two weeks ago (sorry with the late post- such is working
life with a baby!) we attended Sweet Corn Fest on Saturday and Bacon Fest on
Sunday. That’s right, bacon. These were two incredibly different experiences.
Corn Fest: Amazing. Plenty of open space to wander and check
out great booths full of crafts and delicious food. The list of what we ate is
embarrassing. The list includes, but is not limited to:
·
Corn on the cob (duh)
·
Watermelon
·
Smothered potato crisps
·
Cheesesteak tacos
·
Corn on the cob (again… because it’s corn fest)
·
Fudge
I think I gained 10 pounds just writing that. Still
recovering.
Tyler loves corn. You may or may not know this about him. He
finds it at every festival or carnival, and even has some growing in our
backyard. This fest was the jackpot for him. We had a great time and Jackson
happily strolled along and picnicked with us along the way.
Fast forward to Sunday. Dayton’s inaugural Bacon Fest.
Sounds amazing, right? WRONG.
A good friend Dan, and his ridiculously adorable 1 year old,
Kennedy (mamma was out of town), met us for the ‘fun’. They were by far the
best part of the day. Upon rolling up, we realized there was a line to get in.
What? Ok, fine.
Once we were finally through the gate, we quickly realize
this was the definition of poor planning. I’ll try to spare you all the
annoying details but here are some important contributing factors:
·
WAY too many people like bacon. They did not
prepare for this many people.
·
The space was way, way too small.
·
‘Bacon bucks’ had to be purchased to buy food
from any of the vendors.
·
‘Bacon bucks’ could not be exchanged for your
cash back in the event you did not use them.
The result was at least 45 minute-long lines at every
vendor, shoulder-to-shoulder traffic, and hot, miserable, annoyed people. In
order to just get our ‘bacon bucks’ spent, we split up, got in lines, spent
everything we had, ate, and got the heck out of there. Never again. (Thanks
Dan, for sticking it out with us!) It was all so annoying we took exactly ONE
picture:
It wasn’t a complete waste though, as we ended the afternoon
with chocolate covered bacon. Oh yea.
Disclaimer no. 2: I’ve been diligent about getting my runs
in ever since in an effort to NOT have a heart attack.
XOXO
XOXO
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