After two festivals in the blazing heat, we were cooked. Really…we got a lot of sun.
Therefore, it wasn’t in my best interest to ask Julia about stopping at the Huron Riverfest…not without an ice cream cone in her hand, at least.
Taking advantage of Huron’s hidden location down a side street with no festival marker in sight to direct passing traffic, I didn’t have to mention anything until after I parked the car in a bank parking lot.
“Would you mind walking with me 10 minutes down around the corner and back?” I asked her.
You can imagine the one-eyebrow raise I got.
But she had an ice cone in her hand…so she agreed.
We got out of the car and went around the corner to a closed off street. Here, I presented her with the Huron Riverfest…
…a row of food vendors…
…a stage…
…and some rides.
Having been faced with the seventh festival of the weekend (not to mention a flood experience at her studio and my 5 year old nephew’s disco bowling birthday party), Julia patiently finished her cone and turned to me.
“You know…festivals like this you can skip.”
And she was right.
I needed to concentrate on festivals that were more unique and interesting. Festivals that people would want to make the journey to see.
The Huron Riverfest wasn’t that type of festival. I was only here because it was en route.
So I agreed with Julia and told her I would be more selective. I guess I’m telling you that too.
Still, the Huron Riverfest does have its small town charm. Not to mention…
…and perch, walleye or shrimp baskets for $5.