I love living in a small town. As John Mellencamp sang, "I can breathe in a small town." I grew up in a small town and now we are retired in a small town. And I love it.
After the Memorial Day service, Brevard kicks off our largest street festival. The White Squirrel Festival includes all you might expect, races, vendors, food and music. The festival includes a White Squirrel Derby in which children race their cars down jailhouse hill. A separate race is held for merchants who build some very fancy cars.
The crowds begin to gather early.
The coolest little camper you can imagine. Sets up in minutes and is light enough to be towed by a car. Called the "Go," it is versatile and fun. You can read more here.
And the ubiquitous (and scary) white squirrel.
The real white squirrel, a variant of the gray squirrel. A pair of them were released more than 50 years ago. They now they make up 40% of the squirrels within the town limits.
White Squirrels, waterfalls, mountains and bikes, that's our small town.
After Memorial Day our small town welcomes the return of the tourists. And for most of the summer our roads are crowded and downtown is very busy. The summer camps are filled with young people enjoying the mountains. We will have festivals all summer, but none capture the excitement of the first and biggest one. White Squirrel Festival is synonymous with summer fun.
I love living in a small town!