Peach Days

Sadly, Ferron Peach Days does not highlight peaches. I know - "Huh?" But, it's because there used to be a lot of orchards and such...and now there isn't. But, Peach Days is the longest standing Utah city celebration.

Friday night we went to the FREE dinner. That’s right, Ladies and Gentlemen, the town hosted a FREE dinner for anyone who was willing to come to the rodeo grounds. We had grilled marinated chicken, a big pile of salad (with fresh garden tomatoes), a baked potato, and a brownie. To drink: lemonade or water. It was delicious. And so worth every second we stood in line (which was only about five minutes).

Saturday morning, there was a breakfast down at the new fire station. This one wasn’t free, but you got buffalo sausage. (Not that Ferron is known for buffalos….)

Right after the breakfast was the parade. According to Mark, the best parade in the state is the Orangeville parade, but Ferron is a close second. Our grocery bag was approximately three pounds heavy with candy by parade’s end.

My little sister, McKayla, was in the parade twice – once as a Peach Days royalty, and once as a San Rafael Bulldog Student Council member. She looked so pretty.

In the middle of the day, instead of going to do the other Peach Days activities, we did our own thing. We played softball. Since I still have a bum knee, I just reffed. But, Mom, Dad, Anthony, Leigh, Dustin, Teresa, McKayla, and Mark all played. We played only two bases because each team didn’t have enough players to man a whole field.

After we gorged ourselves on my mom’s Navajo tacos, we headed down to the rodeo grounds again. This time: Demolition Derby. While we waited for the derby to start, Mark and I spotted rednecks like unto ourselves. I won the Mullet Spotting contest. I saw this kid, about 12 or 13, who had this beautiful/scary mullet: fluffy on top like Billy Ray Cyrus used to have, long and bleached in the back.

We picked cars. Mom’s won the “Prettiest” and it actually won the contest too. Teresa’s car ended up getting turned over. It was awesome. Some day, Mark will get that posted on Youtube for your viewing pleasure. (I have had it posted for a few days now... silly Andrea)



My car was a lemon. But, not quite as much as Dad’s car.

We got a family picture in the bleachers, to prove we were all there. Poor Broyde got bit/stung by a wasp/whatever-that-thing-was twice on the cheek. I think he was recovered though.

Sunday morning we all went to church together. Following church, we took a quick couple group shots. This one was my favorite of us.

It was a great Peach Days/Family Reunion weekend!