…Don’t miss it, don’t even be late….*
Yup, it is that time again, the one time of year I wish I did not like in Rhinebeck: Dutchess County Fair time. It is this time when traffic seems to quadruple, and flocks of people from all ends of the earth congregate in one place.
I do not know why I seem to go every year, especially when it is so costly and I grew up amongst farm animals and the agriculture displayed at the fair. But, I did, and have the proof. Below is what I saw…
My man followed in his mothers blue ribbon winning footsteps by dominating the home brewers/hops category.
Kevin’s Blue Ribbon Hops: Best in Show
The fair is no place for people watching their weight…It is required that you partake in greasy, unhealthy food.
Anyone need a monstrous cinnamon bun the size of Luxembourg?
Fried foods galore
To be honest, one of the main reasons I return to the fair is to people watch. Ever wonder why so many fair goers wear sunglasses? It isn’t because of the sun–it is so they can secretly stare at everyone else.
Converse Family
Do you know your trees?
Despite my displeasure of seeing the poor animals cooped up, I suppose they were showed more lovin’ than they would on a farm…
Making friends
Goat love
The fair is a place where big butts are required.
I love big butts and I cannot lie…
It’s nap time all the time at the fair
Who you lookin’ at?
My all time favorite tent, however, is the agriculture displays. I love flowers!
My favorite multi-colored floral room
* Growing up, Rogers and Hammerstein musicals were the only movies my mother allowed us to watch. I know all musical songs by heart.
A Rendezvous with Sneakers 