Sandy Mountain Festival 2012

A remarkable perk of living on this side of the mountains is being close to family. It’s been amazing spending my Saturdays with my sister. This has never happened to me before. Time with family usually involved major restructuring of regular schedules, in depth planning and dropping everything so that we can be together non-stop for whatever time we have been alotted. None of that is necessary now that I live ten minutes from Delores. So we’ve fallen into a bit of a habit of hitting the Farmer’s Market or the craft store or (gasp) Red Robin come Saturday afternoon.

I love the time with her and the chance to get out and about but truthfully I’ve been sadly disappointed by the Farmer’s Markets we’ve attended. I expected them to be enormous over here surrounded by fields and produce. Instead it seems that every small community has their own Saturday morning Farmer’s Market forcing the local vendors to choose which one to attend and making it impossible for any single event to grow past about a dozen stalls. So I was excited to explore the Sandy Mountain Festival yesterday. It’s an annual event in Sandy, a small town just east of us, on the foothills of Mt. Hood, and it’s a big deal there. There’s bumper to bumper traffic and everything! They take over a beautiful park with live music, food and lots of booths.

My sister, Delores, and her daughter, Kelly, let me crash their party and we had a blast. We checked out the adorable homemade bird houses that Delores aspires to make.

And we ate some healthy-ish (by festival standards) food. Kelly and Delores had Yakisoba noodles but I had chicken on a stick from the Sandy Baptist booth ’cause you gotta have something on a stick, right?

Chicken-on-a-Stick booth on the right

Our visit wouldn’t have been complete though without an elephant ear. Do we get points for sharing instead of each having one of our own?

Yum!

(I love the look on Kelly’s face here…she didn’t know I got her in the photo.)

The highlight of the day was while we were eating. I noticed a couple teen guys next to me, one of whom had a super long sword. Yes, sword. I told Kelly I absolutely had to get his photo (particularly since he was also wearing a KISS shirt, for real.) So I took this shot on the QT:

But Kelly was confident that if we asked he would pose for a photo. She was fearless and asked him if she could take his picture. He not only agreed but fully posed and embraced it. Pretty sure he thought he’d been discovered. Check out Kelly’s nickname for him. She cracks.me.up.

“Frodo”

After the “photo-shoot,” he and his friend were going to have some kind of duel and we overheard his buddy giving this disclaimer, “I’ve only ever practiced with a sword and broad shield, never with one of these two handed deals.” Seriously? Killing. me.

There were a ton of people, lots of great booths, and some pretty cool artisans too, like this guy who was working a potter’s wheel on a wagon wheel along with his story-telling compadre sitting next to him.

Sandy is a cute little town along the old Oregon trail so the mountain man look is pitch perfect.

Loved spending the day with my girls! Aren’t they cute?

Grand company for the Sandy Mountain Festival.
(Kelly hates having her photo taken. Can you tell?!?)