Dixie Classic Fair - 2009

Attending this annual fair in October has become a bit of a tradition for our family - a very expensive tradition. Seriously, before you've been there for an hour, it's no problem to spend upwards of $50 on the admission prices, fair rides and all the fair food. And who can turn away from the yummy fair food? Candy apples, corn on the cob, funnel cakes, cotton candy, and fried butter - yes, I said fried butter, and no we didn't have any, but we could have. Jealous yet?

And so, apart from the walking around and gawking at all the animals, we also:

Went down the HUGE slide, or at least Claire and dad did . . .

Rode in the back of the train while crying the whole time because we (Ben) weren't in the front . .

Bumped the tar out of many an unsuspecting kid . . .

Prepared for takeoff . . .

Touched the clouds - or, almost anyway . . .

Auditioned for a position in the local motorcycle gang . . .

Rode round and round and up and down . . .

and round and round some more . . .

Then Ben had to take a turn at controlling that bike . . .

And totally got into it . . .

Then Mom and Claire had to go down the slide . . .

Some poor ponies had to be ridden

And it was finally time to go home.

To take a nap.

And to bemoan the state of our bank account but to joy in the memories made.