Back Home Again In Indiana

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a smith (call him Lefty)

and a genuine log cabin
(aside) John: Pop, why didn't you tell me you were born in a log cabin?
Pop: Hell, everybody I knew was.


and there were more things to buy...

though some were not likely

I thought I might offer less than list for some of these but then what if it was accepted?

there were horse and cart rides available...

close

there was food...

and music ... and we stayed until ...

our replacements came. 

The Parke County Covered Bridge Festival is one of hundreds of Indiana local festivals held each year. They were having it when I moved away in 1966 and they continued today. The first one I attended was last year.

I call my route the red dot route. It misses a lot of slow moving traffic and there will likely be no cars behind you and no implicit urging to press on. You can look things over in the country side.

And it brings you into the west side of Bridgeton where there is easy paid parking a short walk on the bridge over the Big Racoon Creek

to the old mill and Bridgeton, one of Parke County's 3 festival sites.

From the Mill we looked back at the creek we had crossed. A few months later, I would paddle down this creek and have a muddy climb up the bank just upstream from the dam.

There are tents and pole barns crammed with things to buy

it seemed a good idea to buy a basket in case you bought something to cary in it but I couldn't decide if I needed a big basket or a bigger one...

We were knee-deep in Americana here...

where we watched a man carve out wooden bowls with a hand tool ||   continued...