Trout fest

I had the unique opportunity to go to THE Trout Fest in Blue Ridge, GA. It wasn’t something I set out to do, in fact I was looking for a fine weekend getaway in a cabin. Nothing more. But when the lady on the phone told me enthusiastically that it was TROUT FEST! I knew I had to go.

This was the first weekend trip with the kittens, and they were surprisingly doing well. I was confident to leave them be in the cabin for an hour or so while Kelp and I went into town for the famous fest. We arrived to a sad sight, people were packing up their goods! Oh no! We stopped off at the booth, worried that we would have to pay to enter when everyone was clearly leaving, but they let us in for free. Things were looking up. We wandered around the booths that still stood, buying homemade goods that were subpar at best, and hoping that the fest would bless us again.

Indeed it did.

After trying some WAY to sugary cobbler and WAY to mediocre “crusty bread,” we ventured to the sound of music. There was a small stage set up on the end of the fest where a local country band was playing their hearts out. Alas, the townsfolk sat idly by and just watched. Occasionally, a woman would get up and start to dance, but she was alone. We thought that this couldn’t be, as the fest was famous! We needed to revive the spirit of trout in the this town.

We did what any good trout-enthusiast-tourist-with-abundant-energy does, we bought a beer and went to dance. At first, it was just us and the lady, dancing our hearts out. Then, by providence, the band called upon none other than THE MAYOR! Great fortune! He came up and started recording the band at that’s when we knew, we must meet the man responsible for trout fest. So we journeyed up, in front of the sleepy trout town, and met the Mayor. He agreed to take a photo with us, and what a photo it was.

Riding the high of good beer, bad bread, and general trout enthusiasm, we left the fest with smiles on our faces, and mediocre cobbler in our tummies.

So if you find yourself in the area around the time, treat yourself to a day at Trout Fest in Blue Ridge. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet our good friend, the Mayor.

Us and our good friend, the Mayor