The very latest? The Plymouth Ice Festival, a weekend-long occasion dedicated to the celebration of winter (or so I’m told). Coincidentally, the Plymouth Ice Festival opened last Friday, when “arctic air” (a term continuously mentioned on the local weather station) and snow decided to settle in for the biggest chill we’ve had so far this year. Normally, I’m not one for cold, but this event sure was a pick-me-up that helped distract from our chilly Saturday evening outdoors.
When Brad, our friends (Renee and Lynn), and I arrived in Plymouth, the whole downtown area was crowded with cars and people–and for good reason. Scads of small shops and trees adorned in Christmas lights paved the way to a large, public circle, where scads of people gathered for ice sculpting festivities, food, and live music. It was almost like stepping into a real-life Stars Hollow.
**Sidenote:** This was my favorite store window on the way to the festival. My friend, Renee, and I both decided that we needed this dress. White for her, since she’s getting married, and blue for me because, well–I would just really enjoy having it. And the shoes:
Ooh, la-la. |
Ice sculptures lining a big circle around the middle of the downtown area. |
Food booths. Sometimes, it’s hard to concentrate when the great outdoors smells like pizza and cinnamon. |
Patch goodies–thanks, Rebecca and Nicole! |
U.S.A.! Whoop, whoop! |
Love this one. |
Bzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzzzz. |
Check this out: it’s a huge fire pit/fireplace–made out of ice! Tell me, how do they think of these things? |
Cozy on an ice bench, red noses and all. |