the State Fair.
I'm not sure why it feels that way, but it does. As soon as I walked onto the fair grounds, despite the ridiculous lights of the midway, the $8 turkey legs, and the hot tub sales, I feel almost like I walked back into time.
Maybe its the fact that the fair has been happening since 1873.
Maybe its the fact that the same food has been available since then...
Meet Rebecca, she will demonstrate.
Roasted corn. A definite favorite.
Maybe its the animals.
Meet the Alpaca (could be a llama, but I don't know the difference, but I think the sign said alpaca).
Maybe it that we still pay good money to sit on a potato sack and go down a slide.
Maybe its the pig races.
Meet the other version of Rebecca.
The cheerleader version.
In the interest of full disclosure - those pom poms smelled like...well...poop!
Oh yes, out of all the kids there under the age of 10, Rebecca was selected to cheer on piglet number 4.
She did a great job.
I enjoyed some potatoes.
You will be glad to know - I did not eat that whole plate full.
I really, really wanted to eat every ounce of them, but when I dumped the ketchup on my jeans, I decided to call it a day.