Fall is my favorite time of year. In addition to the weather finally turning slightly cooler, which is to say that it isn't really cool, it just isn't totally oppressive and horribly hot outside, the season brings football and tailgating, pumpkin patches, and of course, the county fair comes to town.I don't know this to be fact, but I believe that every town across America has a vast, sandy expanse of land somewhere on the outskirts of town dedicated as the Fairgrounds. Generally, it's an old school kind of a spot, with a sign that could use replacing, a couple of buildings for housing livestock and crafts, and plenty of power resources for the impending arrival of rides, games, and food vendors.
I don't know this to be fact, either, but I'm fairly certain that all carnival workers are surly and awful people who smoke heavily, have terrible hygiene, suffer from a lack of a good dental plan, and generally don't like children or most people. It's good to know that some things never change.
Also, the fair is wicked expensive. It seems like it should be cheap for so many reasons, but interestingly it's not. Everything costs money, and when you have a small child bouncing from one ride to the next, a $20 can melt before your very eyes at the fair. I think that most people actually leave the fair due to loss of available folding money, since everything to do at the fair costs money. When your money runs out, ain't nuthin' to do except count your change and see if you have anything left for a corn dog.
Despite having this knowledge about the fair, we still went, ready to happily part with at least sixty bucks, inhale plenty of fair dust and second hand smoke, and chase our children around hoping that they don't get picked up by one of the ex-cons running the ferris wheel.
Enjoy the pictures!
I don't know this to be fact, either, but I'm fairly certain that all carnival workers are surly and awful people who smoke heavily, have terrible hygiene, suffer from a lack of a good dental plan, and generally don't like children or most people. It's good to know that some things never change.
Also, the fair is wicked expensive. It seems like it should be cheap for so many reasons, but interestingly it's not. Everything costs money, and when you have a small child bouncing from one ride to the next, a $20 can melt before your very eyes at the fair. I think that most people actually leave the fair due to loss of available folding money, since everything to do at the fair costs money. When your money runs out, ain't nuthin' to do except count your change and see if you have anything left for a corn dog.
Despite having this knowledge about the fair, we still went, ready to happily part with at least sixty bucks, inhale plenty of fair dust and second hand smoke, and chase our children around hoping that they don't get picked up by one of the ex-cons running the ferris wheel.
Enjoy the pictures!
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