Despite the triple-digit temperatures which have become so common this year, summer has always been my favorite season. I actually don’t mind the triple-digits too much either, as long as there is a pool handy. Even a kiddie pool will make me happy. In the season of high humidity and temperatures which verge on oven-like, the county fairs come to town. Last year, the county fair took on a whole new meaning with my daughter involved in 4H and the small animal groups. We spent a lot of time standing in a blistering hot tent with a bunch of rabbits and guinea pigs. Not to mention an extremely antsy and bored 5-year old. It was still fun and we still went on some rides. This year however, my oldest red-head decided to forgo the fair in favor of a gymnastics class. So, I took the little one.
Here is my clumsy attempt at a picture of the fair from a distance. (I’m a writer not a photographer)
As luck would have it, it was a cool cloudy day. Yesterday was quite literally 100 degrees, and today, a breezy 78 degrees. I almost wished my oldest had decided to come to the fair, since it was so pleasant outside. But that passed as soon as I saw my youngest tearing out the door of the car in her eagerness to get to the fair. (Besides, I have seen my girls both doing acrobatics and I know they love it too much to pass up) Only two years ago the fair moved headquarters to a much bigger field with nice barns, stands for the equestrian shows, and lots of room for the rides.
We parked and found our way to the entrance of the fair, the smell of trampled grass strong. I always loved that smell because it reminded me of when my mother worked craft fairs when I was young. Since we went early, it wasn’t that crowded yet and soon enough we wandered, tickets in hand, to see what fun cheesy rides they had this year. There were several. Some I got to go on, since my daughter doesn’t grow, and come even a two-year old could ride by themselves meaning she could as well. I must say they were all pretty enjoyable. We both agreed that the boat was one of our favorites. It was one of the rides that swings up and then sideways a bunch of times.
After the rides, which were difficult to part with, we wandered over to the animal tents. I grew up being fortunate enough to go to my county’s fair as a kid. I remember the dust of the midway, the continuous roar of stock cars over the whole event, and of course the food. Now I live in a town which is on the edge of a fairly rural part of the state, so there is a big emphasis on farming and agriculture. Hey, we’re not called the Garden State for nothing. Besides officially our county fair is called the FARM fair. So yes, it has tractor pulls, sheep shearing contests, and even corn husking.
After all those rides and animal gawking, what could be better than some ice-cold root beer in an overpriced mug (souvenir of the fair of course) some cheese fries, kettle corn, and a cotton candy bigger than my daughter’s head? Nothing could be better, except a sausage sandwich. I’ll have to wait for the boardwalk for that one.
Now we are settled at home and my daughter is snug in her bed. How she can sleep after inhaling all that sugar I’ll never know. Now we have a whole year to wait for the next fair. And who knows, maybe she will even be big enough to ride the junior roller coaster.
What are your summer traditions? Do you have a favorite fair in your town?
By the way, I really hope someone caught my credit to Star Trek up there.