This is a ride called "The Hurricane". The Kid and I are on it in this photo (second car back) but actually, it's not where I'm going to start this chronicle of our trip to the county fair. Remember it, though, because we'll circle back around in a minute.
Let's start here, instead. As has become my habit, I entered a few photos and a knitting project.
I got first place in the "insects" category (for this photo), and the reserve champ ribbon for the picture you see above. Given the volume of photo submissions, I'm perfectly proud of second place overall, but at the same time the deja vu from last year (same child in the picture, same pink ribbon) made me chuckle to Sweet Husband, "Always a bridesmaid, never a bride, apparently."
My knitting project did not do so well--a second place ribbon, but there weren't many entries--and it has me thinking that I may set my cap for that one next year. Something big and lacy and perfect....*puts pinkie to side of mouth a la Dr. Evil*.
But moving on to the other sights, the Kid insisted on touring the 4-H lego exhibits. (I think there's a good chance that we'll be joining those, as soon as he's old enough.)
And, of course, we had to feed the goats at the petting zoo and visit the chickens in the poultry house.
And, of course, of course, we had to eat some fair food. We ordered several things off the menu above, and chowed down family style.
And this is where we come back to "The Hurricane". Because, just as we were buying tickets for a few of the carnival rides, the Kid ran into one of his best buddies from school. They did a running hug across the midway, and then the Kid insisted that they should go on a ride together.
At the beginning of this month, my child would not ride the Kiddieland roller coaster (I can't find a photo, but think super dinky and cheesy and not-at-all scary). But I'm told that men--even small ones--often experience rash courage when accompanied by their friends, and so, when the Kid's friend pointed at "The Hurricane", he dashed towards it without a second thought.
In the presence of my small man experiencing rash courage, I had some rash courage of my own, I suppose. He needed an adult to ride with him, and I thought, "Meh, I used to love carnival rides when I was a kid," and hopped aboard.
The Kid did great. He had a momentary freak out when the thing started going up and down, in addition to 'round and 'round, but it was mere seconds.
I...well, I did not throw up the "Loaded Bison Nachos" I had just consumed. I wish I could say more than that, but I don't like to lie. (My susceptibility to motion sickness is definitely getting worse with age; I fear my days as a carnival ride companion are numbered. Or at least we need to ride before we eat.)
Thankfully, the kids chose a calmer ride next--the classic "FUN SLIDE".
After that, we decamped for snow cones and some divine concoction called a "Watermelon Cooler" (from this lovely vendor who also makes some amazing caramels), before heading home to, in my case, lie on the floor for fifteen minutes and get the world to stop spinning.
An evening at the fair, it's always an adventure.