August 6, 2007
funnel cake and rodeo clowns (or, proof that I am a good american)
Will and I drove down a gravel road through the corn fields on our way to the county fair last night.
The county fair was delightful, we met some friends at the livestock pavilion and saw some prizewinning pigs and poultry before we headed over to the other tent where we got to feed the baby bison. Then we ate cotton candy and funnel cake and went on the Tilt-a-Whirl. Boy did we feel sick, but Will still rode the mechanical bull:
and fell off, fairly quickly. Then we went on over to the rodeo just in time for some barrel racing and bull riding, rodeo clowns! The best part, though, was the wild cow milking. That was when they had some beef cows that had never been milked and these teams of three people each had to get hold of the cows long enough to milk them and then pour the milk into the judges' bucket. Hijinks ensued.
(isn't this totally Great Gatsby . . . if only there was a ferris wheel)