The ten day celebration of the sausage

We didn't miss the Wurstfest after all. Jim found a brochure for it at the RV dealers, so we went early, 2:30, to the park and were able to use our handicap tag to park right next to the gate but had to wait til 5 pm to go in. Jim got in line then and by the time I got across the street, the people behind him in line had given him a free pass, so admission was 8 rather than $16.

We ate our way down the food aisle: kartoffel krispen (potato pancakes) fried pickles, fried parmesan olives ( really good!) mushrooms in gravy, and a very phallic sausage on a stick. We passed on the entouffee, kolaches, other wursts, some usual fair food such as corn dogs, funnel cakes and cotton candy.

Then we bought a 64 oz pitcher of dark beer and settled in the biergarten to enjoy the oompah bands, dancing and general noise of about 1,500 people having a fine time.

We left at 7:30 because we had been up since 5:30 in hopes of getting the 80 miles to the RV dealer by 8:30, but dense fog and hazardous weather warnings kept us back til almost nine. There was no sense dealing with commuter traffic in such a condition. But by the time we got 'home' to the Lone Star Corral at 9:30, it had been a long day