We took the 2 hour drive east to the Smoky Lake Pumpkin Festival straight after hockey. Amanda's whim - boys all prepared, on this occasion, to go with the flow. Landed in town to be momentarily distracted by the very fancy cars in the main street and the concrete pumpkins by the railway station before being shuttle-bussed to the real action - the Weigh Off at the town Rec Centre. The ice was out of the hockey arena to be replaced by thousands of seats all of which were full. The MC was a local radio identity who might have been related to Dennis the Rodeo Clown - judging by the number and quality of his mother-in-law jokes.
Sculptures at the Smoky Lake train station.
The On-Stage Smoky Lake Pumpkin Carrying Unit delivers another big one to the scales.
The Winning Pumpkin. That's 1137.5 pounds.* It's a bit discouraging really isn't it. Until now we'd been impressed with the vegie growing expolits of Doug & Sally and Judy & John. Not so much any more. What can they use as an excuse? Drought? Top-soil? We didn't research techniques for growing large pumpkins. We might though.
* 'Scuse me, Dad - what's that in kilos?
Pumpkin Flesh with Family.
Amanda's fetching new pumpkin hat, modelled here by George.
Autumnal rural Albertan scenes.
Sculptures at the Smoky Lake train station.
The On-Stage Smoky Lake Pumpkin Carrying Unit delivers another big one to the scales.
The Winning Pumpkin. That's 1137.5 pounds.* It's a bit discouraging really isn't it. Until now we'd been impressed with the vegie growing expolits of Doug & Sally and Judy & John. Not so much any more. What can they use as an excuse? Drought? Top-soil? We didn't research techniques for growing large pumpkins. We might though.
Pumpkin Flesh with Family.
Amanda's fetching new pumpkin hat, modelled here by George.
Autumnal rural Albertan scenes.
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