But this little town of Trenton fearlessly chugged ahead and the weather for this years show was perfect, blue skies and no hint of rain in the forecast.
Since we had been forewarned that parking could be difficult, we parked the car at the school nearby and biked into the event.
Shortly after arriving, Left Brain took off in the opposite direction for a long ride and return home and I headed into town.
There were quilts hung everywhere - on lines, on the sides of buildings, inside of buildings, on the bushes....you name it and they were there.
The street was closed down for all the vendors to set up with their arts and crafts, food items and the such.
Long Live the Queen of Quilt Festivals