Tomorrow I predict that the groundhog will be woken from its slumber and forced to predict the weather. I was remembering GroundHog day’s past. I had been dreaming of going to see Phil myself so I made a hotel reservation in February 2018 for February 2019. The closest I could get one year in advance was still an hour away.
The party goes on all night but I didn’t know that. The local radio broadcasts the singing and all that waiting ends with fireworks around 6 in the morning. We woke up around 4 to get ready and left around 5. Barely found a parking spot. The whole town is filled up and buses take you over to Gobbler’s Knob. Once there, only spots were way in the back. When Phil was raised high in the air, he looked like a mitten from our view. He could’ve been a mitten.
Then we had to wait forever for a bus ride home and I hadn’t thought about the cold. Luckily there was a nice family in front of us that leant us there hot hands.
I’m glad I went and saw what it was about and I know it is on many people’s bucket lists but the cold and crowds aren’t my thing. That family in front of us goes every year! They come in from Boston so maybe it is warmer for them.
It makes me think about life dreams. Some work out and end up being exactly what you wanted (me living at the beach now). Others are nothing like you expected and you need to choose another direction (cohousing at the place I lived).
2019 ends up being the last non-covid Groundhog festival. In 2020 they didn’t realize it became it was a super spreader event until too late. In 2021 they had a cardboard audience. I’ll have to see what it is like tomorrow – people with masks on and less crowds I hope.
I will give a tip. The town has another festival in July with music and items for sale. Phil is also always there and you can see him in his burrow at the library. So, go in July when it is warm. I predict you will be happy there.