The Lake Waconia Band Festival
The Lake Waconia Band Festival is a street based Marching Band competition hosted by the Waconia Marching Band. As The Lake Waconia Band Festiva, it has been held on the third Saturday in June for 13 years under the current name. Prior to this, it was known as Flags over Waconia. Traditionally, bands compete in the evening, the opening performace being given by the Waconia Drum Line, and the final two bands of the festival being the previous year's Grand Champion followed by The Waconia Marching Band as exhibition.
Awards are given by class, with bands within each class being awarded a first through third place. Winds, guard, and percussion awards are also given by class. The highest scoring first place winner between all classes is awarded Grand Champion and given a flag to march for the rest of the current season and the next season, until they defend their title at the following Lake Waconia Band Festival. A band winning Grand Champion three years in a row retires the flag from competition and may carry it indefinitely.
The parade route goes west on Main St. and South ending at the Carver County fairgrounds.
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