Every year, around the tail end of October, the town of Roundford (about half an hour south of Placedale, follow the most boring road you can find past all the corn fields and roadside markets selling apple whatevers) hosts their annual Gourd Gala. Ostensibly, it's a chance for the often-overlooked town to show off its own local culture, art, and other accomplishments. Several streets are blocked off and filled with stalls and displays, while local businesses prepare for more foot traffic than they'll get all year. Parades are held, artwork is put on display, grossly oversized produce competes for fame and prizes, local charities hold fundraisers, rides and games are set up, and a particularly unhumble stage bills itself as 'the greatest free show on Earth' on one end of the grounds.
To be honest, most people go for the food. The Gourd Gala has been throwing pumpkins and pumpkin spice into everything for over a hundred years now, long before it became hip to hate the stuff, and anyone who knows what's good in life shows up every year for pumpkin fudge, pumpkin fritters, pumpkin donuts, pumpkin burgers, pumpkin rolls, pumpkin coffee, pumpkin popcorn, pumpkin cakes (both regular and cheese-), pumpkin fries, pumpkin waffles, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin taffy, pumpkin brittle, pumpkin soups, pumpkin teas, pumpkin cream puffs, pumpkin custard, pumpkin parfaits, pumpkin pretzels, pumpkin nachos, pumpkin pizza, pumpkin bread, and most importantly, pumpkin ice cream. There's probably more, but one person can only eat so much food in a day. For people who don't know what's good in life, there is plenty of 'normal' fair fare available, as well. It's important to stock up on oils, fats, and sugars for a long day of walking around eating, after all. There's a sausage place that sets up shop not far from the stage that you seriously need to try, and you need to get it with sauerkraut.
Pity the weather sucked this year.