I spent two sultry sticky suffocating days at the inaugural Valparaiso Art Festival. Which would have been fine except for a couple of problematic details—but let’s do the good stuff first.
The event was in a popular location, had a good assortment of artists and crafters and, best of all it had a wonderful 2-man band who somehow managed to play the best music all day long in spite of the heat. There was super attendance too, which is really appreciated at a first-ever event.
I had issued a Facebook challenge to my Indiana peeps to see who could actually show up on this overheated weekend. A couple of friends I hadn’t seen in years surprised me by driving half way across Indiana to get there…behold, Ward and Kay!
Things would have been fine if the weather hadn’t suddenly changed mid-Sunday afternoon. We got word that some nastiness was headed our way with wind gusts up to 70 mph. Not good news for vendors sitting in tents and surrounded with potentially deadly merchandise. We were told to start breaking down right away, which I did. I got all my paintings off the walls and was in the process of ferrying them to my truck when a huge wind event hit us. I managed to get two loads into my truck and when I returned for the last one I could see that my tent, although heavily weighted, had been lifted up and dumped on its front, trapping the last paintings underneath it in the process. The wind was so strong I could hardly make my way over there and stuff was flying around like crazy. Somehow it was basically over in just a few minutes—but my thought was if it was going to go away so fast why did it bother to show up in the first place.
I did not stop to take any photos of the wreckage. However, I was quite lucky that none of my paintings were damaged, not even the ones trapped under the tent frame. Two of them had some frames cracked but the paintings themselves were safe. The tent, not quite so good. I will have to order a few replacement parts and hope I get them in time for my next show. Two leg extenders, one complete leg, and two stabilizer bars.
I ought to be, and am, glad that so few parts were damaged considering the beating that tent endured. Now all I have to do is get the warning light that came on in my truck on the way home attended to…wonder what the third thing will be???