Musical Cars and Strawberries!
So on Saturday I was going to the Strawberry festival in Stilwell. My sister borrowed my brother's car (better for roadtrippin' yo) and the PLAN was for her to stay over the night at my house so we could all get up bright and early the next day to go all day.
What HAPPENED was that she went drinking the night before and left his car in bricktown and my brother (whom I live with) took his friend's car (who was staying over) to work on Saturday.
So
I wake up on Saturday, drive my brother's friend to my sister's house to pick up my sister's truck, drive the three of us up to my brother's place of employment to drop off the truck and pick up his friend's car, then..I drive the three of us in my brother's friend's car to Bricktown to pick up my brother's car. Then my sister and I are driving away when we get a call that our brother's friend's car is stuck in park and I turn around to go back, get halfway back and get another call...brother's friend no longer stuck in park and on her way. GAH! lost yet? Then I drive my sister back to her house to pick up her boyfriend (stopping along the way for quiche and a croissant for lunch...because it is already NOON...) and finally, at a little after 1pm, we are on our way to Stilwell...
Maybe it was due to the fact that we got there at about 4:30pm, but for a place that touts itself as the "Strawberry Capital of the World" they had a downright tiny festival. one tye-dye shirt booth, two for jewelry, one for homemade soap, one with cowboy hats, another with plant pots, a couple other I don't recall along with 3 food vendors. With the little stage, that was pretty much it. Not a strawberry in sight. apparently the strawberry growers sell their wares early in the morning before the festival. Nice.
BUT! After getting directions from one of the festival officiants for where I might be lucky enough to find people selling berries by the roadside, we finally found someone selling them.
So the trip was untimately victorious! I have two ice-bags full of strawberries in my fridge. Not all fully ripe unfortunately, but most...
But I don't think I'll go over the foray into Arkansas for Fat Tire...that's a whole 'nother story right there. That one was (finally) sucessful as well.
Highlights of the day's travels include
--Checking out an old abandoned mill
--Passing signs for (presumably the town of) Bell that are crossed out with spray paint (going both ways)
--Going into a gas station in a dry county to get directions for a liquor store that was within walking distance from the gas station.
--accidently leaving the quiet ninja behind (without telling us, he slipped out of the car when I stopped for gas and then he had to call us on his cell phone to alert us to his absense)
--Passing signs for (I kid you not) "Nellie May's Greasy School
And now I'm off to forage for lunch...
What HAPPENED was that she went drinking the night before and left his car in bricktown and my brother (whom I live with) took his friend's car (who was staying over) to work on Saturday.
So
I wake up on Saturday, drive my brother's friend to my sister's house to pick up my sister's truck, drive the three of us up to my brother's place of employment to drop off the truck and pick up his friend's car, then..I drive the three of us in my brother's friend's car to Bricktown to pick up my brother's car. Then my sister and I are driving away when we get a call that our brother's friend's car is stuck in park and I turn around to go back, get halfway back and get another call...brother's friend no longer stuck in park and on her way. GAH! lost yet? Then I drive my sister back to her house to pick up her boyfriend (stopping along the way for quiche and a croissant for lunch...because it is already NOON...) and finally, at a little after 1pm, we are on our way to Stilwell...
Maybe it was due to the fact that we got there at about 4:30pm, but for a place that touts itself as the "Strawberry Capital of the World" they had a downright tiny festival. one tye-dye shirt booth, two for jewelry, one for homemade soap, one with cowboy hats, another with plant pots, a couple other I don't recall along with 3 food vendors. With the little stage, that was pretty much it. Not a strawberry in sight. apparently the strawberry growers sell their wares early in the morning before the festival. Nice.
BUT! After getting directions from one of the festival officiants for where I might be lucky enough to find people selling berries by the roadside, we finally found someone selling them.
So the trip was untimately victorious! I have two ice-bags full of strawberries in my fridge. Not all fully ripe unfortunately, but most...
But I don't think I'll go over the foray into Arkansas for Fat Tire...that's a whole 'nother story right there. That one was (finally) sucessful as well.
Highlights of the day's travels include
--Checking out an old abandoned mill
--Passing signs for (presumably the town of) Bell that are crossed out with spray paint (going both ways)
--Going into a gas station in a dry county to get directions for a liquor store that was within walking distance from the gas station.
--accidently leaving the quiet ninja behind (without telling us, he slipped out of the car when I stopped for gas and then he had to call us on his cell phone to alert us to his absense)
--Passing signs for (I kid you not) "Nellie May's Greasy School
And now I'm off to forage for lunch...