I was still on a mission to see the livestock, especially the bunnies. You see, I worked at the fair in junior high when I had a rabbit. It was a huge white French lop I named Dior. My friend Jenny had a black one named Valentino. Needless to say, we were more into fashion back then than livestock and our 4H stint only lasted a year.
My friend Lynn (mentioned in the previous post) had a lambs for two years in 4H, so she was on as much of a mission to walk down the sawdust memory lane as I was. So we headed off to the livestock area and found it pretty much the same as it was back in Junior High. We walked around and talked to the animals, gave neck massages to the lambs and chatted up the bunnies. I fell for the little red one below.
After getting in and out of line and chatting up carnival workers for their best advice on how to swing it, we timed the ferris wheel just perfectly and rode it during the fireworks at the end of the night, ocean breeze on our faces, deep fried food in our bellies.
Did I mention that after Indian Fry bread, deep fried donuts and 3 beers, I topped off the night with a deep fried banana covered in whip cream? At the fair it seems I can justify anything. I told my self, "At least it has potassium!"
Do all hometown county fair's look alike?
I love that mine never seems to change.
It looks the same, only the bands change.
Have a fantastic weekend!
