Last weekend was the Wareham Cranberry Festival. As Southern transplants who've never experienced a cranberry festival, we figured we better check it out. The festival was great, full of free rides for the kids and extensive arts and crafts displays for the adults.
Here's how Frances started the day, minus the ladybug on her right temple:
And here's how she ended up:
She was sooo pleased with herself. After getting Frances all dolled up, we headed out to the actual cranberry bogs. We learned there is wet picking and dry picking. This would be the wet picking.
The berries are floated, sucked up in a tube and separated from debris on this conveyor belt.
The pickers can clear about 60 acres a day.
Frances was under the impression that we would be doing the picking ourselves. She was somewhat underwhelmed by watching others do the picking, but Mark and I were in awe. The colors of the berries and the scale of the project were mighty impressive. Frances was pleased to find these stairs to nowhere.
Then we ate some apple cider doughnuts, because we could, and headed for home, some worn out but happy campers. Frances was asleep within three minutes of getting back in the car. When we asked her about her favorite part of the day, she said she liked the school buses we took to get from the parking lot to the festival and then to the cranberry bogs. We had guessed as much. Not exactly the point of the festival, but as long as she enjoyed herself!
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