Friday at the Porter Peach Festival was a repeat of Thursday's washout. Early evening, storm clouds appeared in the north, and as the darkness progressed, they grew increasingly ominous. An I-phone app showed severe weather warnings for the area. The band packed up earlier than they did on Thursday, and so did we. Kathy and I almost made it home before the wind and rain hammered us.
Clouds were scarce next day, but the sun rays weren't. The temperature was already high by the time we arrived at the booth and got higher while we waited for the parade.
Despite the excitement of the contests: turtle and frog races, water balloon tosses, talent shows and tractor pulls, time passed slowly in the extreme heat. I found myself wishing that peaches matured in November rather than July. My attempt to capture the excitement of the turtle race in a photo was thwarted by tow-headed boys. Our huge evaporative air cooler was a good people draw. Folks found it irresistible.
Finally, it was evening, a really hot evening. Only the young found the energy for the street dance. Most folks just sat and listened to the blue grass music.
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