This is what living in the rural midwest is all about: the county fair! The place was packed yesterday with amazing numbers of people having a good time.
I’ve put a few photos below the fold.
We’ve got barns full of beasts.
That horse wanted to eat my camera. Most of the animals cowed, or sheeplike, or swinishly lazy, but that guy was at least alert and interested enough to do something.
These displays were even less active.
I will spare you the sheds full of 4H and FFA crafts.
Farmers have a fascination with huge hardware, I think.
The cannon in the middle of the fair grounds is frighteningly militaristic, but at least it was aimed towards South Dakota. Since this is Minnesota, snowmobiles are a big draw, as are icehouses and other oddities.
There is a long row of immense farm vehicles, all enameled in bright primary colors (I have never seen a pastel tractor.) I have no idea what most of them do. The yellow one with the tanks above is a Bulk Sheep Inseminator, I think, while the blue one is a Swine Fecal Matter Compactor and Launcher. Yes, I’m lying. I have no clue.
You are reading that correctly: Fried Cheese Curds. In complete denial of fair food tradition, I fled these things and found a place that would sell me a salad. I was afraid they’d hand me a batter-dipped deep-fried salad, but it was a normal bowl with lettuce and tomatoes and such like — otherwise, I fear I’d be lying there dead with blood so glutinous and congealed it couldn’t flow. The food booths were in general, terrifying.
OK, that’s enough—we’ll end this on the traditional night time shot of the Ferris Wheel:
I’m going today at 4 to staff the DFL booth. And I’m going back tomorrow to sit at UMM’s booth. And I’m going back on Sunday to work the humane society’s booth. When the fair arrives, you cannot escape it.