Foot-long...who wants a foot-long?

 This morning  our family found ourselves celebrating the Fur Trade Rendezvous Era. And, why yes, it is one of the largest mountain man gatherings in our nation and happens to be only a few miles from our house.  It was quite a celebration and gathering of people dressed in primitive garb. There were primitive demonstrations, authentic trinkets for sale (trinkets meaning bows and arrows and the like), Native American dancing, and the real reason we were there: fried food. 

People are allowed to camp on site if they meet all of the primitive guidelines. And yes, I used that large golf umbrella to shade myself and the pale babe from the relentless sun. And no, it does not meet the primitive guidelines. If you look closely there is a man behind me in authentic clothing.

Henry taking it all in.

That there is a foot-long corndog (hello, deliciousness!) which Henry is about to burn his hands on...didn't think that one through. Sorry buddy.

After learning that those who come dressed head to toe in mountain man garb get in free, we have decided to go authentic next year. Won't you join us?