Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Famous Visitors: The Clydesdales are Coming

Barley growers for Anheuser-Busch were invited to see their famous mascots this week. Most people our age are following faded rock stars or chasing golf balls. We don't golf much anymore and we haven't seen a rock star, faded or fresh for a while. We were thrilled to accept the invitation to their Moorhead Malting Plant where the Clydesdales would make an appearance.
 The Malting Plant was available for tours, which Farmer Fred and I had done a couple of years ago, but we hadn't seen this mobile Brewmaster Tour.
Before we could get too far, we were strapped with a wristband to certify that we were of legal drinking age. People with gray hair had a good laugh over that. 
The line for free beer was short. 
 But the free lunch was popular. 
Soon we saw the red trucks driving our way.
The Clydesdales were arriving. 
 The driveway was narrow, so the drivers backed into the parking lot where we were waiting.
After expertly backing the semi into the parking lot, the driver of the lead truck jumped out, petite and wearing a pony tail. Her name, I learned is Kat Metzger. She is pictured above, opening the trailer.
The beer wagons are authentic antique wagons that have been restored and refurbished. 
 The stars we were waiting to see were in the other trailers, waiting patiently and quietly. These guys wait in comfort.
Farmer Fred's father loved draft horses and as a result, Farmer Fred has an affinity as well. Farm work is not too far removed from horse drawn equipment, both of our fathers worked their land with horses. What is the best part about farming with horses? My grandpa would tell you that horses always know when it is time to quit for the day, whereas people don't.
The hitch and wagon were wiped down after the journey, which had actually only been from the local horse park. 
The fire buckets, one on each side of the wagon seem so small that they are comical. But, I suppose, back in an era when everyone smoked, light and heat came from fire, and sidewalks were made of wood, these buckets of water were much better than no water on board.
Suddenly there was a dalmatian nearby. His name is Clyde. Based on the Missouri truck license, I deduced that he is from St.Louis.  If you have any questions about Clyde or the Clydesdales, Answers are Here. 
The wagon is shiny and in tomorrow's post, we will see the horses.

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