76 snot nose led the big parade

We had been enjoying a Native North American Trans-Siberian Hunter-Gatherer Individuals summer with temperatures in the mid-80s.
Until, of course, we wanted to enjoy a nice outdoor event.
The universe-famous annual Berkeley Springs Apple Butter Festival was held over Columbus Day weekend, with vendors vending their vittles, all the fried cauliflower you can stomach, arts, crafts, music, info, and the big parade, featuring local high school bands, numerous tractors, certain people running for office, random sweethearts sitting atop convertibles, and, this year, especially e-special, cows.

Unfotunately, the mercury was hard pressed to push to 40 degrees, with a cold wind blowing every which way, and a hard rain that started right around lunch time. But at least Ryan got to enjoy a wee bit o' hearty homestyle living from the best seat in the house...

His mother was very impressed that he didn't cry at any of the loud motorcycles or fire trucks blowing their sirens. I was more impressed that he was interested in the junior cheerleaders.
Hubba hubba.