You've heard a person say "smells like rain coming" and it happens. The same applies to me and fairs. This is "fair weather time". Last weekend my DH and I decided to visit the fair in the next county. I had no preconceived idea on its size but thought a small fair was probable because of the surrounding population. It turned out to be the second smallest fair we've attended yet. I guesstimate the fairgrounds were 4 acres but that did not stop the folks from coming out. Everyone had a smile on their face, played the games of chance and entered their animals in various events for ribbons. There was something for everyone. One of the things that caught my eye was a stand selling chocolate covered bacon.
I questioned "why?" would anyone invent that and what would it taste like? Needless to say I did not partake. As my DH and I were walking along the small midway I caught sight of this little fellow. He was only about 3feet tall and being buckled into the ride.
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He was so excited and I could tell by the look in his eyes he also had no fear. Before the ride even started he had his arms up in the air as if to say "look ma, no hands".
He kept that smile on his face for the entire ride and when the ride finished he didn't want to get off. What a guy. Next I came across a ride called "The Scrambler". Whenever I see "The Scrambler" it always evokes childhood memories and simple pleasures.
Back then I would ride "The Scrambler" time after time until I couldn't walk straight. I loved it. We also stopped for awhile to watch the horse/cart competition.
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This particular event used a breed called "Haflinger".
They are half the size of a Clydesdale and come from Austria. A harness for one horse can cost from $10,000 so it becomes very expensive to own a team.
Some owners put small ribbons in the tails but this owner tied the tails into a pretty knot and added an even prettier ribbon. How chic! We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and since this is the beginning of "fair weather" I was not sorry to leave. My next stop was a quilt shop. A fitting end to a wonderful day.