This is us, at a rare shady spot. You can't tell from the photo, but we were miserably hot and sweaty.
We were the only ones walking around with the fairgrounds map. We had a great time pretending to be Debbie and Gabbie.
This looks like a guy riding a bike on a tightrope, but it isn't. We waited for a while and suffered through all the inferior acts only to see this guy ride the bike, but he sat on it for a second, went back down, and said that the rain had messed up his bike or something. Yossi and I were halfway over to punch him, but were so heat-exhausted that we never made it through.
In case you ever wondered what a pickle dawg is. We didn't dare trying it - the combination of the pickle with the cream cheese sounded like a bit much.
Me. I'm the chicken.
Pigs. The one on the left is pushing its snout into the mud, just like a pig. These pigs won prizes for pig-related things.
The funniest thing was to look at the people who have been living in the cattle barn with their livestock throughout the fair. They have created little homes for themselves and seemed very happy to live in there and care for their animals.
The things I really wanted to see were the mullet competition (which I missed because of the rain) and the demonstration of chicken washing and blow-drying (!!!), which was put in the program for today by mistake and actually took place yesterday. I just can't imagine giving a blow-dry to a chicken.
Maybe next year.
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