This last weekend was a big one. The word on the street was there was a BIG Pecan, wine and antique festival about a hundred miles north of Phoenix. So, pack-up and lets go. The festival was in a comunity gym and a field outside. This was truly country. There was one table that had pecans, there was many tables that had old stuff and there was a tent outside that had wine in it. Not exactly the festival I had invisioned, but, everyone was having fun, can't remember what happened or how I got in the jail and the Gypsy ain't talking. After we left there we visited an Indian Cliff dwelling in the area. The next day, again, the word on the street was, there is going to be a wine and fine arts festival real close to where we are staying. So, pack-up, we're going. This time, without a doubt there was fine art, I mean, really nice stuff. Great Indian music, on the other hand, I never seen one bottle of wine, not even a glass of wine. However, we had a great time. Big weekend, so today we rest. I've posted pictures from the country festival, however I didn't take the camera to the fine arts festival, dumb, dumb, dumb.
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