I once got caught in the traffic jam that is Halloween Trick or Treat in beautiful downtown Groveland, but I'd never stopped to check out the festivities. Tonight, though, I had decided to go and take pictures, despite predictions of an advancing rain storm. That's what I got my spectacular pink waterproof jacket for, after all.
I drove past full parking lots at the library and the park and streams of people walking from there into the center of town. Not to worry . . . it's not a major hike, although slightly hazardous in lacking anything resembling a sidewalk until you get right downtown. I didn't feel surefooted enough for that walk with dusk due before long. I could just picture myself tumbling into the blackberry bushes in roadside ditches or something equally fun.
I took a lot of pictures and am including a bunch of them here. It didn't do my usual collaging to reduce the number -- that takes quite awhile and Halloween spirit might be long-gone by the time I finished -- but I did resize a smaller than usual to save some loading time.
I head toward the Haunted House. A pirate is checking her weapon. |
Looks like he met a grisly end. |
Roasting marshmallows |
I saw this mysterious guy all over town all evening. Maybe those girly jackets over his arm are just a tricky disguise. |
Some iffy-looking jailers |
Trick or treat |
Streaming through |
What's happenin' in here? |
Little witches lurking in the planter boxes |
More new arrivals |
Streaming in |
What a sweetie |
Two tots eye each other. |
What in the . . . ? |
Eewwww . . . |
Twinsies |
Future footballer |
Lined up (Grandma looks tired) |
Coming and going from both directions |
Lines at the Haunted House now |
Getting dark and precarious footing |
Stilts and his wife |
It didn't rain and it didn't cool way down |
Trick or treaters were still arriving when I left, although I think the ages were trending older. I was impressed at the turn out of hosts and guests.
See you soon.
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