The crossing festival is held the third Saturday of each October. It brings in thousands of people from all over, and vendors as well. It really is small town festival fun. I just love attending with my family and browsing each vendor.
This year the weather was nasty. Absolutely awful cold and rainy. It was not suppose to be as rainy so we headed up to Glendale anyways. Half way there, the rain came and fell hard. We decided to head on to the next town to shop. Thankfully, we did because I got an awesome deal thanks to my Mom.
When the rain quit and the radar looked clear, we headed back. But it was still very chilly. Bryar fell asleep within minutes of hitting the cold hair, so I bundled him even more and continued on. I am very sure I had the two most bundled kids there. Some people were walking around in shorts and tees - crazies.
We usually stand in line for an hour or more to eat at The Whistle Stop. But believe it or not, the line was fairly short this year. But I would of much rather dropped by Cracker Barrel or a drive thru. I was utterly disappointed to say the least. Why you may ask? They did not have any of their famous pies! Whhhattt. Nonsense!
Charli handled the coldness and the day fairly well. She may be getting to a hard stage but I will always enjoy my days spent with her and my Mom. Bryar is just our little tag along buddy. He is alway an absolute joy (unless taken to a PTO meeting..)
After heading home, we stopped by and picked up my nephew Trace to head back to Nana and Pa's.
More to come on the rest of our night together...