A couple weeks ago we decided we would check out the Bridge Festival in Parke County. We have been to the bridges many times (too many times, in fact), but we had never made it to the festival until this year. There is a lot of hype about it for the Indiana locals, so we thought we would check it out. We figured it would be like Art in the Park in Boulder City. And it kind of was, except for one thing. When I go to Art in the Park, there are usually lots of things I would like to buy. When we went to the Bridge Festival, you couldn't have paid me to take any of the things home. It was so funky! Seriously, it was like back woods, grandma trailor trash. Anyway, we did manage to buy one thing. A fried twinkie. And it was so gross!
But we did manage to take a few pictures of the beautiful scenery. Fall in Indiana is very pretty - it was just starting to change colors when we took these, and it actually was quite a lot prettier than the pictures give it credit.
Anyway, it was nothing to write home about, but we thought we'd blog it anyway, just another tribute to how odd Indiana (and it's population) is.
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