On Saturday, Richard and I headed to St. Albert, about a 20 minute drive west of here to their annual Curd Festival.
The main attraction for us was the giant hay maze.
There were signs describing the historical background of the maze.
Richard went ahead of me to find his way through. He and I are easily lost so we figured this would be a good test of our directional skills.
There were several "creatures" on stilts walking around trying their best to confuse us.
This extra-tall gal grabbed my straw hat and wore it for a bit.
This tall fellow in green spent much of his time lying on top of the maze telling us various funny stories about this and that.
Beware of the minotaur signs could be seen in spots around the maze.
I decided rather than to be afraid of him, I'd make friends with him. He turned out to be a very friendly minotaur!
After we managed to make our way out of the maze, we decided to get our plate of free curds.
The lineups were too long and it was just way too hot. We went into the air conditioned store...
...and picked up a bag of fresh curds and ate them on the way home. They were very fresh and very squeeky. The best I've ever had.