My big excitement this weekend wasn’t around the cabin for once. I went to the National Apple Harvest Festival in Arendtsville (pronounced like arent’s ville). The festival has been around for ages, though it’s only recently been named the National Apple Harvest Festival. I’ve always loved it, because it’s set in an old fairgrounds among mature pine trees at the base of a mountain. The pavilions all look as though they were built in the 30’s, and it’s like stepping back into a long-past time.
I’ve avoided attending for several years because the festival has grown so popular and crowded that I haven’t enjoyed it as much. But I’ve missed going, so this year I decided to brave the crowds and go anyway. Even so, my plan was to hit the craft and food booths early on Sunday, eat lunch and then leave in the hopes that I would avoid the worst of the crowd. I didn’t actually avoid the crowds, but my plan worked pretty well, overall.
The food booths are spectacular. You can get apple dumplings, apple crisp, apple pizza, funnel cakes, soft pretzels, cider, homemade soda and who knows what else? I only ate my way around about half of the fair. I think I won’t wait so long to go back again.