Our little town is well known for summer festivals. When one thinks of Brevard, NC, music and summer camps often come to mind. Music students and professors come from all over to attend Brevard's summer music camps. We are treated to frequent (and amazingly good) performances by the students. Music definitely fills the mountain air during the summer. Our Mountain Song Festivals bring big names into town to entertain us. The Brevard Music Center has hosted such performers as Yo Yo Ma, Itzhak Perlman, Ricky Skaggs, Doc Watson, and our local Steep Canyon Rangers, often accompanied by Steve Martin.
We're becoming known for craft breweries. Nationally known Oskar Blues has a brewery here in Brevard and Sierra Nevada brews in nearby Mills River. Our pure mountain water seems perfect for brewing really good beer.
Our town is also "famous" for its abundant white squirrels. The white squirrels are not albino but a variant of the gray squirrel. Many stores and literature promote the white squirrel as a tourist draw. (In my opinion, our majestic mountains and waterfalls are sufficient reasons to visit the area, never mind looking for white squirrels.) And every year on Memorial Day weekend the white squirrel shares the podium with our veterans for the White Squirrel Festival. Local craftsmen and vendors set up tents all along the two main streets in town, intersecting at the Courthouse.
The streets are filled early in the morning.
Another street lined with vendors
One street has no activity so early in the day. This is the top of "Jailhouse Hill" which will be filled later with folks young and old to participate in the White Squirrel Derby. An old soapbox derby with well-designed racers.
The street is closed to the bottom of the hill.
Hay bales are set up to stop any car if the breaks don't do the job.
We do have a Memorial Day Parade
And presentation of wreaths at the War Memorial
The two following photographs were not taken by me but were snatched from the Internet where they were not credited to a photographer. That white squirrel
freaks me out
wanders all over the festival. I have been known to walk across the street to avoid him.
Pisgah Pete, the white squirrel has his own white squirrel
Too young to be afraid, this little guy accepts a lemon from the squirrel
Seriously? A lemon? Is that the best you could do?
How about giving him your little squirrel from your left paw?
The next photograph was taken by me in 2011. Even more freaky than a giant white squirrel strolling down the street. A giant white squirrel head just lying on the table.
Jeez! Couldn't you at least have covered it up?
We do love this little town. Even when it is flooded with tourists during the summer it is charming.
And just like Lake Wobegone
"All the women are strong
All the men are good looking
And all the children are above average.