One Saturday, Steve and I went to the Fort Rowdy Gathering in Covington. This was the twenty-fifth year for the event. Years ago I took Steve's brother to the gathering. The gathering is a little larger now but still uncrowded and easy-going.
The gathering is on two open grassy areas surrounded by trees, one area on either end of a bridge across the Stillwater River. The bridge is rebuilt every year for the weekend and then taken down.
Close to the shore, Steve spotted a school of several hundred tiny fish swimming fast and away from us.
Life in the encampment is old style camping. There is a native American encampment as well.
There was music on the tents on both ends of the bridge as well. The old, old songs the settlers brought from Europe were sung on the far end encampment. The listeners sat on straw bales.
As Steve and I headed back to the bridge because we were hungry and the food booths were on the other side, we saw a boy fishing. He caught a little blue gill and threw it back in to grow larger.
View from halfway across the bridge.
On the near end, the music was more modern country music. There were amps set up as well as bleachers for the listeners to sit on.
This festival is a money making event for local non-profit organizations. Steve and I bought lunch from the boy scouts...brats and kraut and mashed potatoes. For dessert we had homemade apple dumplings and ice cream from the booth next door.