Because it's been a few years since HansMan and I went to the Palisade Peach Festival, we were unaware the venue location (is that redundant?) had changed.
No wonder we were able to park the car so close.
Once realizing no one was where they were supposed to be, we started looking around for tents, listening for the music, and smelling for the turkey legs and roasted corn.
Par for the course, HansMan said let's just follow those people. After walking about ten blocks, we deduced those people either weren't going the the festival or they were lost, too.
Because those ten blocks were downhill, we realized the trek back would be uphill all the way. Never mind that it's a blistering ninety-eight degrees. But, it's a dry heat. It's also my understanding that so is a blast furnace.
That's when I spotted a taxi.
Once we arrived back to where we started, HansMan said, "Let's follow those people."
(The bruise on his arm isn't that bad. )
Here's how the rest of the conversation went among him, me, and a couple of people directing traffic, AND a good reason why asking for directions won't always get you to where you need to be.
Let me set the stage for you... All the streets in this little community are roped off. There are those bright orange cones everywhere. There are people wearing glow-in-the dark orange and yellow vests and hard hats everywhere. Any street without ropes across it have barricades across it. And, evidently, we are not the only ones who don't know where the peaches are. There are cars going every-which-a-way.
Keep this in mind...very important...we are WALKING.
We approach one of those people directing traffic and has control today. You know the kind. Those people who have authority for a few hours and think they can boss everyone around.
HansMan: Where's the festival ?
Young Man with Authority: The what ?
HansMan: The peach festival.
Young Man with Authority: The what kind of festival ?
HansMans: The festival that all these people are trying to find that you're directing traffic to. (Or in this case. . . away from. )
Young Man with Authority: I don't know.
Period of silence as I look into his eyes to see if anyone is under that hard hat.
We continue walking and approach a young lady dressed in the same attire with the same amount of authority...these drivers' and their passengers lives are in the hands of these people with the vests and hard hats...
HansMans: We're trying to figure out how to get to the festival.
Young Lady with Authority: The what ?
Me: There aren't any signs telling us where the festival is.
Young Lady with Authority: There are signs EVERYWHERE (emphasis on EVERYWHERE) telling you where to park.
Now I know why they were both holding signs that said, "SLOW."