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.
|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
What's happenin' in here?
Little witches lurking in the planter boxes
More new arrivals
What a sweetie
Two tots eye each other.
What in the . . . ?
Eewwww . . .
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.