This weekend we visited the Poconos Wurst festival, drawn by the promises of “it’s like an Oktoberfest in July”.
- Folk dancing – check
- People wearing dirndls and bells (?!) check
- Sausages – check – although far fewer than you’d expect at a dedicated festival
- Oompa bands – check
- Lashings of German beer – erm well, not really. There were (oh the horror) some variants of Budweiser, some Leffe and Hoegaarden beer (Belgian of course. That might be close enough geographically for the Yanks but not for me!). Not a Hefeweizen in sight. The disappointment was huge but somewhat drowned in some local Amber Ale washed down with what they call brats.
The best part of the trip was the trip itself – which took us through some of the most beautiful Pennsylvania countryside. Following the Delaware river North revealed stunning rural scenes and many leafy lanes to zoom along. Glorious.