Yesterday morning I was up early, as usual lately, thanks to a very early riser in our family…and I’m not talking about D.Jones! I was messing around online when I found out there was a truck and tractor pull not too far away. Well, if not too far is about a half an hour car ride.
I mentioned it to D.Jones, mostly in jest, and he said “Cooper would love that!” Yeah…he surely would…but I wouldn’t! Although, truth be told, I really didn’t know what it involved at all.
We did, eventually, decide that we would attempt to go after Cooper’s nap if the weather was still holding out. It fluctuated between very dark clouds and scattered sprinkles all day, mixed with sun.
Cooper didn’t end up napping at all, so mid-afternoon off we went. Wow. What an experience.
We were sure we were lost when it seemed like we had been driving forever without seeing much, and then right before us, we saw a peeling, hand-painted sign that said “county fair parking straight ahead”. This must be our place! We follwed the sign, which led us to a bunch of people’s front yards with various pricing signs for parking on their lawns. Since I had “the gambler” with me in the passenger seat, we ended up parking in some elderly guy’s front yard because his sign read “Roll a three, park for free.” Yep. It’s true. D.Jones found a way to gamble even outside of a tractor pull. We didn’t end up parking for free, by the way.
We entered the county fair and made our way to the uh…stadium(?) right away so as not to miss the action. Folks were piling into the place, and anyone with kids also had ear plugs dangling from around their necks. We took the hint, and D.Jones hit the beer garden seeking plugs for the boy. Success. He arrived back just in time for us to screw them into our boy’s ears before the trucks arrived. Now…here’s where things become a blur. I know there can’t be much more to this whole thing than meets the eye and yet…I still don’t get it. Some weird, jacked up pickup truck drives out in front, revs it’s engine and the crowd goes wild. Then it backs up, hooks itself to some long, orange trailer thing, and then guns it’s motor as it tries to pull the thing the length of the stadium. It’s loud. Very loud. I was so glad Cooper had those plugs in, though he seemed as confused by it all as I did. For the first truck, he sat in stunned silence, mostly looking in the wrong direction. He mumbled something, then turned to look at Doug and I and said (quite loudly), “I can’t hear myself!!” That had all of the spectators around us cracking up, which led me to notice that most of them had very few teeth. Scary.
This whole scenario repeats itself a few more times…including Cooper’s announcement that he can’t hear himself. Then the guy behind me spills beer down my back. Of course, right!? What would a tractor pull be without the stench of beer cooking in the sun?
I mentioned that I thought perhaps we’d seen enough, and Doug quickly agreed.
We also checked out some livestock barns and saw some chickens, rabbits, goats, sheep, horses, pigs, and cows. Since this place was clearly much smaller than the MN State Fair, which is huge, Cooper got to get right up front with the animals, which he loved!
At one of the barns, Cooper sprinted ahead to see the animals while he yelled “Mommy, what are these!?” I said “Um…those are sheep, I guess”, as Doug laughed and pointed to a sign drawn in crayon above the pen. It said “We are NOT sheep. We are goats!” At least I wasn’t the only clueless one in attendance, I guess.
We hit the midway area to see if Coops wanted to go on any rides, but he seemed as frightened as we were. Not by the rides, but by the other people wandering around. Honestly….this place was like no other. Boy did we see some strange things throughout our day!
After a few hours, we determined that was more than enough time spent at the county fair, and we headed out to find somewhere to have dinner. We decided on a pizza place that a friend recommended. I’ll talk more about that over at www.jonesinforfood.wordpress.com if you feel like checking it out.
If anyone doesn’t believe that K.Jones hit a tractor pull just for fun, I included a short vid of us as country folk. It includes the truck/tractor pull, some other stuff from the county fair, and then a few pics from when my brother-in-law Tom went to a different festival with us a weekend ago. There, I got Coops up on a pony, but it only lasted for a few seconds. You can see him clinging to me for dear life and trying to exit stage left. He also spectated at a dunk tank with his new friend Henry, and then they each got a turn to dunk some pre-teen boys, which had them in hysterics!
Last, for your viewing amusement, there was some sort of attack cow at yesterday’s county fair. First it started eating a chair, which I rescued from it. Then, it totally tried to ingest my shirt. You’ll see. I somehow snapped a pic mid-attack…it’s the last one.
I’ve had my fill of the country fun for awhile. It was all good times, don’t get me wrong. But for like, a minute.