Yesterday Anne went to Smoky Lake for the Great White North Pumpkin Fair and Weigh-Off. I've seen giant pumpkins in newspapers and on TV, it seemed like a good idea to go see some first hand.
It was somewhat disappointing, the two largest were slightly under 800 pounds (out in the hinterlands they still resist metric). We were told both were the offspring of a mammoth half-tonner.
These overgrown orange vegetables are the flora version of those grossly obese people that can't get out of bed – they just sort of sprawl across the platform like Jabba the Hutt.
We stayed for the auction, but when we found out they weren't auctioning off the biggest ones, we left. Not that we were in for the bidding. But with the dwarfish 150 pounders going for a couple hundred dollars each, we were curious what a pumpkin 5x that big would bring.
On the way out of town, we saw a huge crane, several stories high, with a large pumpkin (which we recognized from earlier in the day) attached. This particular one looked like a beanbag chair, and we got a couple pictures of it on my cell phone (we neglected to bring the camera). The pumpkin was suspended over a car. We had a pretty good idea what was going to happen, but we didn't know when, so we kept going.
A ways up the road, we stopped at a gas station for drinks. We noticed that we could still see the crane behind the trees, and we could hear the murmur of the crowd. Then, as we watched, the pumpkin ascended into view, and we could hear the murmuring increase in volume. Up, up, up it went until it was as high as it could go.
A moment later, and it fell abruptly out of sight behind the trees. A few moments later (we were far enough away that the lag between the audio and visual signals was quite noticeable) we heard the loud report of a gigantic pumpkin smashing into a car, and the pandemonium of the crowd.
Next year, we will go back with our camera, and our video camera as well. And I just got an idea for a great name for a rock band.
Love me, love my vids