My sister Susan and I, along with her dog Blackberry, drove up to Boulder from Denver yesterday afternoon to walk around the Boulder Creek Festival, which was celebrating its 33rd year. There was a beer garden, musical acts, artisans, and lots of food booths. This festival was very dog friendly - every other person seemed to have one. Susan's dog Blackberry, as usual, greeted the dogs that were smaller than her, but pretended not to notice the larger ones, including two of the largest dogs I have ever seen, drooling as they scanned the crowd. Blackberry must have a strong sense of self-preservation. Smart dog.
Last year, the festival was delayed until July due to the pandemic, but is now back to its traditional Memorial Day weekend. Boulder considers this event to be the official "welcome to summer festival." Yesterday, it did indeed feel like the start of summer, although Sunday it was cold and rainy, and it probably felt like the official "welcome to hellish spring festival" instead. In any case, as the name implies, the event is held along Boulder Creek, as seen in the photograph on the right, and half the crowd seemed to be just hanging around the river, enjoying the day. The most amazing part of the festival was that I found a parking spot only a block from the main entrance. As we were leaving, I was seriously thinking about asking for 10 bucks to give it up, but I was not sure if this was legal or not in Boulder. If caught, they would probably have sent me to a sensitivity training class, and that I could just not face.
No comments:
Post a Comment