I'm not cut out for this.
Image credit: Official gallery of the Corn & Apple Festival
So, Sloan was here? At the festival? Not sure how I missed that. While we didn't catch any of the musical acts, music is a big part of this thing. In fact, the festival was a "featured event in Manitoba Year of Music in 2014." So...
The Music
There was a wide range of music and live entertainment, from the super local (e.g., The Fehr Family), to the less local (well, Sloan), to youth dance battles, to an Eagles cover band.
Over the years, the festival has even attracted some big names, including Big Wreck (is that a pun? I hope it is).
You can see the full performance lineup here.
The Rest
This is significant for a festival that "originated as a community celebration for Canada's Centennial in 1967." It has since grown into "the largest street festival in Manitoba, attracting over 80,000 people."
There was a crowd, yes, but not something I'm not used to. I can't say the same for my partner, whose reaction to seeing more than five cars on the road (Torontonians, get this) said it all: Whoa, there's traffic!
And folks, he didn't mean (Mordenites, avert your eyes) actual bumper-to-bumper, stuck-in-your-lane-for-God-knows-how-long traffic. He literally meant, Whoa, there are people here, and they are driving, and I have to wait more than 10 seconds to make a left turn.
That kind of "traffic." Adorable.
Anyway, on to our wobbly Torontonian's next adventure. Let's try one of the least-threatening, non-baby rides, I said. The tilt-a-whirl looks promising.
Seeing as these were, essentially, large spinning cups, it all appeared innocent enough. Well, some of the spinning was a bit too spinny. Again, I was convinced I'd fly out of the enclosure, there being a rather large gap between the metallic bar responsible for my safety and myself. But centrifugal force! says my partner. Nope! Physics is no match for my bony frame.
This time, I teetered off both nauseous and dizzy.
Sorry, darling. The carousel—yes, for 7-year-olds—is more my speed.
The Coffee
When I was finally capable of moving, I skillfully maneuvered us towards my comfort "food": iced coffee (and by "skillfully," I mean that I loudly announced my intention ahead of time, which, for the soft-spoken, non-confrontational, reserved person that I am, meant that the situation was dire).
My goal was Whitecap, housed in the attractive, recently renovated pale cyan strip seen above. I anticipated a hipster-quality iced latte, and I was not disappointed. Not only by the coffee, but by the atmosphere, which had such a trendy, Toronto vibe, that I felt both homesick and simultaneously at home.
My motion sickness melted away.
Let's go to the lake, I said. We need some quiet—which is the most unusual thing one can say in Morden.
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