To get to Isleton, a little river town that is a sister town to Rio Vista (sharing a school district and a newspaper and a lot of history), you cross the Rio Vista bridge and turn upriver on the levee road, which is highway 160. This weekend Isleton is having their Cajun Festival, which was formerly called a Crayfish Festival, or maybe it was a Crawdad Festival. At any rate, these little crustaceans are the thematic focus for Isleton's festival. I wanted to try some, but the quantities in which they were sold was daunting, so I settled on catfish and chips. Maybe next year for the crawdads.
The festival business is not appealing to me. In fact this was the first one I have been to. The notion of milling around with large masses of boisterous others is not my idea of a good time, and booths full of tacky tourist items are not appealing either. Such was my notion of what festivals were like, and I still think most of them are. They are evidently the way small to mid-sized communities try to bring in revenue. In Oxnard there were several every year: the Strawberry Festival, the Salsa Festival, and I think there was a Chocolate Festival. But I never attended any of them.
Nellie and Jacob and I drove over to Isleton in the late afternoon. The weather was about perfect, warm
but with a cool breeze. The main attractions were
three bands, each good and each drawing an appreciative audience of listeners and dancers.There
was blues, bluegrass, country swing, jazz, rock, soul-- the group that played bluegrass had a good fiddler. They also had a large tent covered dance floor. The third band was at the far end of the street and attracted some enthusiastic street dancers...
And Jacob and Nellie.
Nellie and Jacob and I drove over to Isleton in the late afternoon. The weather was about perfect, warm
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