The event that drew us to the Festival was the Punkin Chuckin, but sadly there were no pumpkins to chuck this year. This was the high point for everyone. So we wandered around, watched the Parade of Power, watched oats being threshed (see below).
Below are oats still inside the husk (the cluster) and one that I broke open to eat (the single one). For all you oatmeal lovers, this is where your breakfast porridge gets started.