I can’t think of a better time to aimlessly stumble upon a small town other than during that town’s big summer festival. Whether it’s in honor of major local crop, founding ethnicity or favorite holiday, it’s always a hoot and holler that brings out every reveler from age 8 to 80. Everybody and their cousin shows up. It’s like a giant family reunion.
Shan and I set course for another dive on the map, when the backroads of South Central Michigan took us through the quaint little town of Homer, population 1,640. A half hour from the nearest town of 10,000. We found ourselves smack dab in the middle of Homer Fest. Continue reading
Jake Berent 