At the edge of World’s End State park there’s the little town of Forksville. There’s a one lane bridge, a country store with a fantastic restaurant inside. There’s also a program of festival’s throughout the year. On my particular visit I happened upon their Fall Festival. Here I took in the wares of many folk artists and learned that Polka music in the mountains of Pennsylvania is basically a Yankee’s Bluegrass.
However, best of all, was the chainsaw artist contest. The smell of freshly sawed wood took me back to my days growing up in the back woods of Virginia working a very long, cold day with my family and family friend pulp wood cutters to earn our firewood for the winter. I’d never actually seen a chainsaw artist work, in person. It was amazing seeing these creations come to life and in such great detail. I gained instant respect for the medium.