Saturday was Fair Day. A day I looked forward to all summer long.
We set an alarm to get up for early departure, (we live an hour-and-a-half drive away) but then chose to take it a bit slow instead. Rain had been predicted for the morning so, I figured, why not get there a bit later, why rush it? After we had breakfasted, dressed, and double (and triple!) checked our bags, we set off. The drive was rainy, and we had to backtrack once after missing a turn, but we got there, had no problem parking, and by the time of our arrival the weather had toned itself down to cloudy with a misty sprinkle.
We opted not to ride the train or cart shuttles pulled by tractor, and to take the walk through the woods instead.
Along the way we came across the grooviest dude playing a didgeridoo and a symbol, with a dancing wire puppet, so of course we just had to stop and watch him perform for a few minutes.
Once we payed our admission and made our way inside, first order of buisiness was food. Oh, the food at the fair! Everything organic, ecclectic, and delicious. I wish I would have taken more food pictures, because words cannot do justice to the variety. I wished I could try everything!
Once our bellies were full we wandered around, checking out all the wonderful sights. There were tents representing Maine businesses and goods, tents for social and political action, displays of machinery and natural energy, stalls for kid’s activities, and vendors of handcrafted items galore. As we wandered around, music travelled across the fair grounds to provide a soundtrack throughout the day.
We made our way over to the livestock, where Simon excitedly pointed at each of the animals. I squealed with delight over the adorable dwarf-sized dairy goats.
Next, Simon required a diaper change so we made our way to the Children’s area where they had a set-up for those with babies. (Sparing him the indignity of having his bum put on public display.) Once he was all set and dry, I let him run around in the grass for a little while and he discovered a teepee made of branches and fabric strips, where he played happily. He also found a brightly painted sign and pointed to each letter on it, declaring each one to be “D”.
Finally, we went for the Farmer’s Market, where I wanted to buy everything in sight. Such gorgeous, bountiful, organic produce! Next year I will have to plan a shopping list of items.
The last stop on the way out? More food, of course! Without hesitation we beelined for the fried dough stand. “Should we all split one?” I asked Jeramy. No way! We ended up each getting plate-sized pieces (sharing them with Simon, of course).
We ended our day with the walk back through the woods with a bag of purchases, and two paper plates of warm dough now added to our things to carry.
Simon slept on the return drive, while Jeramy and I happily devoured our dough and admired the changing foliage.
Oh, I look forward to next year already!