It was perfect weather for the Grayson Highlands Fall Festival. The drought hasn't really let up, but cooler temperatures make it a little easier. It was 73° F at the park yesterday, just perfect. We started by going to auction for the pony roundup. We were on time, but I guess you must arrive quite early! We were able to see a little from a bramble-covered hill above the action.
The call of the auctioneer makes me feel a little embarrassed, I must admit. It's certainly a shock to the senses for a young child who slept over the mountains to get there! After watching the sale of a few ponies, we headed down to the main festival. Old-time and bluegrass bands played all day. There were not a lot of dancers, which made me a little sad. I sure wish I could find clogging lessons that didn't involve yoga pants, as the ones around here seem to do.
We stopped at the heritage apple booth and picked out a yellow transparent apple tree. It's a lifelong investment, that little tree, but it will yield many gallons of wonderful applesauce. Our Arkansas black apple tree from the same people gave us the first six apples this year. We got it at the Ramp Festival in 2012.
Dry stone walling, the children informed me. The park is full of it, as we live in a very rocky place.
Since we arrived in the afternoon, I guess we missed most of the action. The apple buttering was done, alone with the molasses. The fires were smoldering and the old timers were sitting around talking. We did get to see the mules, though. They were nice and cool in the shade.
We got hobo pies, though, so that made things all better. These are white bread, spread with margarine, filled with homemade pie filling, and cooked in sandwich irons. After, they are sprinkled with powdered sugar and wrapped in foil. They are scorching hot!
Roan and Laurel ate theirs, after some cooling, while Mike and Laurel waited for the apple cider.
Here's the pulp from all the apples they squeezed. I must admit that I think they could use a bigger press and a little help with efficiency.
Those fellows were working really hard! Someone washed apples, while another filled the grinder, while yet another turned the handle, and a final fellow did the pressing.
Here's a view of the little valley where they were doing the food and the cooking. This was at the end of the day, when things were wrapping up. Such a beautiful landscape we have here!