Even rain couldn't dampen this day.
Thank you, Viroqua. For being so freaking fabulous.
I can't imagine being anywhere else.
Even rain couldn't dampen this day.
Thank you, Viroqua. For being so freaking fabulous.
I can't imagine being anywhere else.
I have never wanted to live somewhere cold. Well, there was a time there when I thought Montana would be nice. But, every time you post something about Viroqua, I desperately want to pack up and move to Wisconsin, of all places.
“Viroqua Salutes Tobacco”. I find that to be funny. I imagine there must be some tobacco farms in the area.
What a beautifully colorful parade.
Oh, yes. (And the little girls in green below the photo of the mastodon are “Tobacco Princesses”. “Princess Viroqua” of old was a tobacco princess. (Of course. Didn’t every small town have one?) 😉
HUGE tobacco farming history here. Every other farm we’ve looked at comes with a slatted tobacco barn for drying leaves. It was the main economy here a generation or two ago, and the parade this year was the history of our town – from the glaciers that missed us right thorough today.