So this evening the Turkey Festival came to an end with the parade. I was expecting something similar to the parade's in Ennis (Montana) since the towns are nearly the same size, and they were similar, except in Tremont there are endless tractors and in Ennis there are horses and more antique cars. And there were the truck or car fulls of people just driving along in the parade for no reason that any of us could figure out. We were situated on a candy gold mine corner for the kids, you can see Kylie's purse is filled to the brim in the pictures, and there were two more grocery sacks full by the end of the hour long antique fire engine and tractor parade.
I did find out the results of my run and it was better than I had thought, 26:30. Next year I'll train a little longer than a week and see if I can improve that a bit..
I just realized that I never actually had any turkey at the Turkey festival, that just doesn't seem right somehow...
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I love reading about your life. You are living what I dream of....your stories allow me to escape. Thank you.
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