Peacenik wonders how you spent Canada Day. Watching truck pulls? Burning gas in a boat? Blowing up firecrackers? Drinking beer? Peacenik walked to uptown Guelph and was taken aback by the lack of any sense that this was Canada Day. City Hall was deserted, as were the streets. Peacenik wondered where Guelph's sense of community had gone.
Then Peacenik biked out to Riverside Park and was reassured that Guelphites were celebrating Canada Day in big numbers in spite of the constant threat of rain. Pony rides, a petting zoo, the carousel, food stands, a dog show, and lots more stuff. Peacenik didn't hang around for the fireworks but in the evening Peacenik heard a few bangers and roman candles going off in the rain. It wasn't a tractor pull, it wasn't flashy, but it was Guelph.
Posted by Jason Bradford on July 1, 2009 - 10:15am in The Oil Drum: Campfire
On a steamy Friday night my 10 year old son and I headed over to the rodeo grounds. It is only about a mile from our home and within the city limits, though on the eastern edge where the town merges into the valley landscape of pastures and tree-lined creeks and ditches.
As we approached, it was obvious that a large crowd had gathered. A long line extended from the ticket booth and the stands looked nearly full. Friends had tipped me off about what was going on only 10 minutes earlier, while thousands of others had obviously been looking forward to this event.
It was a truck and tractor pull.
Read on...
Then Peacenik biked out to Riverside Park and was reassured that Guelphites were celebrating Canada Day in big numbers in spite of the constant threat of rain. Pony rides, a petting zoo, the carousel, food stands, a dog show, and lots more stuff. Peacenik didn't hang around for the fireworks but in the evening Peacenik heard a few bangers and roman candles going off in the rain. It wasn't a tractor pull, it wasn't flashy, but it was Guelph.
Posted by Jason Bradford on July 1, 2009 - 10:15am in The Oil Drum: Campfire
On a steamy Friday night my 10 year old son and I headed over to the rodeo grounds. It is only about a mile from our home and within the city limits, though on the eastern edge where the town merges into the valley landscape of pastures and tree-lined creeks and ditches.
As we approached, it was obvious that a large crowd had gathered. A long line extended from the ticket booth and the stands looked nearly full. Friends had tipped me off about what was going on only 10 minutes earlier, while thousands of others had obviously been looking forward to this event.
It was a truck and tractor pull.
Read on...
