Coop's Corner: Little Log House and Antique Power Show

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Little Log House and Antique Power Show - 2014

Ben and I arrived fairly early at the event north of Miesville this morning; the breezes and cooler, drier air very welcoming to us both, especially so to someone fresh from North Carolina. There early enough not long after opening, we had most of the grounds to ourselves; the site is huge and there's plenty of room for many.

It has been a number of years since Ben had been there and I was pleased that he was interested in going along.

We saw smoke and heard steam so that was to be our first attraction visited.....

From there we headed over to the small engine building. I never got the memo warning me that this Operator was going to bend over to make adjustments.......

At the other end of the building, this larger engine was making power with all sorts of things spinning.......

Wheels.......there were things spinning everywhere, machines and mechanisms on wheels even when or where they may not even be needed......

This is one of only a handful of these ever built. Always interested in technology, I was fascinated by the carbon fiber visor attachment thing.........

High powered garden tractors.......V6's here.....

The Big 8 here......

This was in the Flea Market area though I saw no actual Royal Enfields associated with this trailer.

We saw old cars and things related to old automobiles.......

We visited this old General Store, initially built in 1897 and located in nearby Vermillion, Minnesota....

We visited the Bordello......well, we didn't really visit it but we were in its vicinity and saw these ladies of the night rushing away......business may truly be that poor but that's only speculation on our part, Ben and I have no real idea.

Down to the blacksmith area, these roses were for sale. I'm still not sure what they really were or how they were made.....they were very pretty though.

The little pup was there again, waiting for customers.......

This couple was more than willing to play......she's going to catch the ball (never missed) that almost appears as a tail light on the distant golf cart.

Sylvia's gardens, the work of her Master Gardener experience and of those of her friends......one more wheel in motion.

We walked down to the quarry where real work was on the cusp of getting started......

A license plate I've not seen before.......

Smoooooth..........and no, this is not a Volkswagen.

Back up to Small Engine Hill where we saw this Ferris Wheel getting adjusted........

Cutting and 'burning' cedar shingles.......they were slicing with too much effort......

So the tractor on the belt was stopped, the guard went up and the file came up to give the big saw blade a sharpening touch-up.

When this crowd gathers, it's a sure sign of an upcoming 'incident' that will almost assuredly involve some sort of gun play.......

On our way out......

Note: This is a historical photo, taken in the mostly recent past and has nothing whatsoever to do with our visit to the Little Log House and Antique Power Show.

12 comments:

VStar LadyJuly 27, 2014 at 7:54 PM
Coop an awesome event ... and awesome sky behind most of the photos. We have a homesteader days here each year, my Dad used to love and come see the old tractors, but it is nothing the scale of your show which looks a little more permanent and has no ladies of the night driving golf carts! (And quit teasing us all with the cherry pies!)
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RichardMJuly 27, 2014 at 8:11 PM
Very cool show of the old tractors and steam engines. What are the over-powered garden tractors for? Show or pulling competitions?
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TrobairitzJuly 28, 2014 at 10:02 AM
A fun day out with so much to see. The weather looks good too.

My favorite photo is of the Mercantile. I love the drama of the skies and green combined with the blooming purple Liatris.
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SonjaMJuly 28, 2014 at 11:41 AM
What a great event. I wanted to say more but I lost my train of thought due to the pie. Looks yummy.
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LuckyJuly 28, 2014 at 7:52 PM
Wow! Looks like a fun day!

And I have to say, I'm glad to see the Cottage View Drive-In sign was rescued. I'd meant to get a photo of the Triumph in front of it, but that sneaky Wal-mart tore it down before I got there again...
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David MasseJuly 31, 2014 at 5:34 AM
There is nothing remotely like that near here.

Farmers are amazing tinkerers. When my son Andrew was playing hockey we went to games in rural communities. In one arena they had rigged hoists for the nets. I think they did it just for the joy of tinkering with motors, pulleys, ropes, chains, and hooks.
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