Pam, Noah, Tara and Tara's little sister, Tracy, spent the whoooooole day at the Minnesota State Fair.
It featured the usual treats, one after another -- the Miracle of Birth Center, cheese curds (note to selves -- next time, don't put the Miracle of Birth Center and cheese curds so close together), goats, ducks, chickens, bunnies, sheep, horses, cattle, pigs, mini-donuts, way too many Midway rides and shooting games (Pam and Noah, who are experts at fair games, won four large stuffed animals and one football in short order), root beer floats, the big slide, a parade featuring the University of Minnesota marching band and some extremely snappy-looking Royal Canadian Mounties, large vegetables, frozen apple cider, prize-winning Christmas trees (those last two things are always a treat in steamy August), bee demonstrations, crop art (including a tribute to Lillian Colton, the crop artist who passed away earlier this year), politicians (Obama pins were going much faster than any of the other candidates', if that's any kind of harbinger), people in oink hats gravely regardin
g very cool art in the Fine Arts building, Juanita's vegetarian fajitas (a healthy oasis) and much, much more.
There were a million people there, all of them appearing to be having a great time. People-watching was primo. The crush and push of humanity and the general amiable live-and-let-live air make the fair kind of like Manhattan, Pam thought, but nothing else does. It's definitely a Minnesota thing.
On the nice free bus ride back to the Huron Boulevard parking lot, we alm
ost fell asleep. We took naps when we got home. The fair will do that to ya.
This is a big week for Noah, who is leaving for UMD, accompanied by an entourage that includes his mom, dad, stepmom and Johnson grandparents. So the fair had special resonance, as will everything this pivotal week.
Pam, Noah, Tara and Tara's little sister, Tracy, spent the whoooooole day at the Minnesota State Fair.
It featured the usual treats, one after another -- the Miracle of Birth Center, cheese curds (note to selves -- next time, don't put the Miracle of Birth Center and cheese curds so close together), goats, ducks, chickens, bunnies, sheep, horses, cattle, pigs, mini-donuts, way too many Midway rides and shooting games (Pam and Noah, who are experts at fair games, won four large stuffed animals and one football in short order), root beer floats, the big slide, a parade featuring the University of Minnesota marching band and some extremely snappy-looking Royal Canadian Mounties, large vegetables, frozen apple cider, prize-winning Christmas trees (those last two things are always a treat in steamy August), bee demonstrations, crop art (including a tribute to Lillian Colton, the crop artist who passed away earlier this year), politicians (Obama pins were going much faster than any of the other candidates', if that's any kind of harbinger), people in oink hats gravely regardin
g very cool art in the Fine Arts building, Juanita's vegetarian fajitas (a healthy oasis) and much, much more.
There were a million people there, all of them appearing to be having a great time. People-watching was primo. The crush and push of humanity and the general amiable live-and-let-live air make the fair kind of like Manhattan, Pam thought, but nothing else does. It's definitely a Minnesota thing.
On the nice free bus ride back to the Huron Boulevard parking lot, we alm
ost fell asleep. We took naps when we got home. The fair will do that to ya.
This is a big week for Noah, who is leaving for UMD, accompanied by an entourage that includes his mom, dad, stepmom and Johnson grandparents. So the fair had special resonance, as will everything this pivotal week.
2 comments:
great photos! but vegetarians should not wear pork hats.
It's true that Pam, Noah and Tarah are strict lacto-ovo-vegetarians. We wore the oink hats in solidarity with the swine, then.
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