The day started very cool and damp.
We saw small steam engines running.
It's all about quality.
There were small hit and miss engines running.
There were trains running.
There were draft horses eating.
There was wheat threshing going on.
How could anyone build a smaller replica like that?
The blacksmith was amazed at it.
It is almost a lost art.
Only 20 people are known to do it this way.
After watching them pull the huge blade through,
I understand why there are only 20 too.
Need I say noisy?
This picture was allowed as it wasn't Mennonites driving.
Large steam powered tractors made their way up the hill.
Hi Randy! He works with my son.
I really don't think you'd want to go much faster than 5 mph with steel wheels.
It looks like a very bouncy ride.
Santa even made an appearance.
A power horse, not what you think of when talking about a horse.
We graduated from high school 40 years ago.
This truck belongs to a fellow blacksmith friend of ours, Don Asbee.
We stuck our business card beside his in the window frame.
Cedar shingle making with steam power.
Better luck next time!
And to keep with the theme of this blog, i.e. Quilting, here is a barn quilt the blacksmith spied as we were walking the grounds.
It turned into a beautiful day. We spent 7 hours roaming the flea market, the food vendors, the tractors, the blacksmiths, and the steam engines.
It was amazing all people that we ran into that we knew.