In search of Paul Bunyunesque men and some great people watching, the hound and I headed out to the McCloud Lumberjack Festival Sunday morning. Having no time contstraints and eager to hear more of the great audibook I was listening to, I decided to follow back roads to McCloud. Oops. As my bovine friends can attest I made a wrong turn outside Tennant. Wound up on a forest road that went from pavement to gravel and through open range. 
In moments like these I rarely turn back. Figure the road ends up somewhere so I always keep going. Sure enough the road reconnected with Hwy 97 so we headed back toward the mountain.
Ramona and I arrive in McCloud and made our way over to Hoo Hoo Park where the festival was in full swing. There was softball, food booths, vendors, axe throwing and horse shoe competitions taking place.
After watching an inning of softball we found a bench in the shade. With her nose to the ground she immediately discovered a mother load of "treats" in the lawn. Spilled Cherrios. After scarfing up every last morsel like she'd never been fed in her life she began surveying the people nearby in search of crumbs dropped from their food plates. She's merciless. Did I have a deep fried Oreo? No, only a so-so Philly Cheesesteak sandwich.
The axe throwing competition was open to men and woman. Had a feeling the woman on the cell phone had competed this before. I'm thinking the kid in the green shirt didn't know that but quickly found out she was darn good.
The clanking of the horse shoes and fear of a wayward axe drew us away.
Be still my foolish heart.
Actually this fella could toss a horse shoe with dead aim.
Folks were serious and focused while I kept thinking what a lovely setting.
The heat was taking it's toll so we drove two blocks to "downtown" McCloud.
Stopped at the Brown Dog gallery.
Then a quick peek in the candy store located in the McCloud hotel
before leaving this quaint undisturbed lumber town.
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