I don't think a year has gone by since I married Trevor, that we haven't gone to the State Fair. Every September we make the trek, rain or shine. Last year it was rain. Right as we pulled up it started to pour. Really pour. We were not deterred. We ate our dinner under a very full and dripping tarp, huddled close together for warmth. We sloshed around in the water mixed with hay mixed with I don't want to know what else in all of the animal barns. Our hair, jeans and shoes were all wet. And believe it or not, this trip was the one my kids remember the most, a really great memory.
It also might be because they got to hold an alligator that night too, in the pouring rain.
This year when we went it was blue skies and perfect temperatures. We did everything we always do. We looked at all the animals including the cows who REALLY needed to be milked, the goats with no ears, the rabbits, chickens and, of course, the pigs with their piglets (the favorite). We admired the giant vegetables, examined all the crafty entries, especially the Lego ones where every year we swear we could make something so much cooler. We marvelled at the giant sculpture made out of butter. We browsed the vendor shops and then we ate.
Actually, we ate the whole time and this year took it to a whole new level. We ate all of the stuff we brought from home, popcorn, licorice, cookies, and soda. Then we purchased the traditional funnel cakes. This year, because Uncle Mark was with us, we added fresh cherry lemonade, huge chicken legs (sick!), and the new favorite- hot, fresh, buttered corn on the cob. We were like Templeton from Charlotte's Web.
This year when we went it was blue skies and perfect temperatures. We did everything we always do. We looked at all the animals including the cows who REALLY needed to be milked, the goats with no ears, the rabbits, chickens and, of course, the pigs with their piglets (the favorite). We admired the giant vegetables, examined all the crafty entries, especially the Lego ones where every year we swear we could make something so much cooler. We marvelled at the giant sculpture made out of butter. We browsed the vendor shops and then we ate. 
Actually, we ate the whole time and this year took it to a whole new level. We ate all of the stuff we brought from home, popcorn, licorice, cookies, and soda. Then we purchased the traditional funnel cakes. This year, because Uncle Mark was with us, we added fresh cherry lemonade, huge chicken legs (sick!), and the new favorite- hot, fresh, buttered corn on the cob. We were like Templeton from Charlotte's Web.
It was disgusting and great all at the same time.
And then to end the fun filled evening at the fair, we took the traditional zip down the big yellow slide! It's a must. The only ride our kids know they can go on, or the only one they know we will pay for.
I can never get a good picture of the big yellow slide. By the time I get all situated they are already down and I always forget the flash (How about those eyes on Ashie?). Oh well, maybe next year at the great
And then to end the fun filled evening at the fair, we took the traditional zip down the big yellow slide! It's a must. The only ride our kids know they can go on, or the only one they know we will pay for.
I can never get a good picture of the big yellow slide. By the time I get all situated they are already down and I always forget the flash (How about those eyes on Ashie?). Oh well, maybe next year at the greatUTAH STATE FAIR!
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