I have now lived in Provo for four years. Every spring I have wanted to go to the Festival of Colors at the Hare Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork and, for one reason or another haven't been able to. Well, this year we went! And it was awesome!
And that's only some of the people. So everyone has bags of different colored chalk, and they count down from twenty over the loudspeaker. Then there's supposed to be a huge cloud of chalk:
The Festival of Colors (or Holi Festival to be correct) basically consists of welcoming in spring by forgiving past grievances by throwing organic colored chalk at each other. There were about 20 - 30,000 people all throwing chalk at the same time:
We took the Babe because she loves colors. She was under her blanket for the worst of it, but she got to look around for a while. And she couldn't help but get a little colorful:
The only bad thing was that the website said there would be shuttles going from a high school in the next town over to help with parking...so we parked there. After getting out of the car, we noticed there was no shuttle - only a long line of people walking. Walking where? you may ask. We didn't know, but like any good lemmings we followed. Two miles later, we got to the Temple. It wouldn't have been had if we had prepared for that, but walking two miles in flip flops while carrying the Babe (okay, so Dan carried her most of the way because I was lagging behind) is no fun (maybe it was a little fun). And then we were outside in the sun for a couple hours and had to walk back (all right, 3/4 the way there Dan went to get the car for me because my feet hurt). So we were pretty tired by the end of the day:
But we had a whole lot of family fun! And Dan still has a pink eyebrow to remind him of the good times we had.