Eager to enter the gates
And take in some fun!
The first day is always the tidiest,
With freshly planted flowerbeds
And cleanly swept pathways.
First stop . . .
Our church's Coffee concession.
Then on to see those majestic
Budweiser Clydesdale horses.
Next, a peek at the sheared sheep
And the baby piggies asleep,
Then a petting of goats
This prize winning Black Australorp
Impressed us with his stature.
(Will Bossy Bob and Dapper Dan attain such heights?)
Then on to pet horses,
And sedate mules.
After a luncheon of Cornish pasties
(introduced to our mining town way back in the 1800's
by the Cornish miners who emigrated here),
a hot dog from the Grass Valley Firehouse for Rachel
(hold the five-alarm chili, thanks),
washed down with freshly made lemonade,
just-whipped slushie, and iced-tea for me . . .
We set out for the Midway.
Bumping into a chum
Is always fun!
As are games of skill (?)
no fair experience is ever complete
without a whirl around the ferris wheel!
All too soon we found ourselves
awaiting a magic carpet ride home
to rest and savor memories of this special day . . .
while dreaming about
NEXT year's fair!