"If I come in last t I'm going to kill you." Just in case, i ran behind her most of the way. OK, she was faster than me and kept running off.

They had a big fire going next to the starting line before the race (try THAT at the New York City Marathon.) Mo hung out there after the race since it was still below 70 degrees and she is a weather sissy.

The Red Wagon Parade was a big deal. Mo is attempting to steal a wagon here to take part in the festivities.

The kids were adorable. Sadly this one was escorted by her mom, making it impossible for Mo to beat her up and steal her wagon.

Mo found the pickup on her dreams at the antique car show held at the event. In this photo she is cozying up to the kid who was showing the pickup. She dropped him him like a rock once she found out it belongs to his dad, but advised him to call if he inherits it someday. Harumph.

As we sat on this haybale for five minutes, two festival photographers stopped by to take photos. So likely we will be the poster children for next year's event. Watch for us. Red Wagon Parade Grand Masters, here we come ...