Another American Adventure: Big Butler Fair

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Big Butler Fair - Part 1

Hot day today, so we headed over to the Big Butler County Fair. This was John's 3rd year in a row to attend the fair, my first. We got there early, just before noon, so that it wasn't crowded and still just a bit of a breeze. In the shade it was quite pleasant.

All the usual fair food. Luckily, we were able to avoid the funnel cakes ...

A Sea Lion show. It didn't start until later in the afternoon, so we just looked at the sea lion and seal. I felt kind of sorry for the them, having to swim back and forth, back and forth. But I guess that's what I do in the pool.

Some camels down at the end of the road. You could buy a ride on them later. Somehow, I don't think they looked so happy either. John said that one was growling at us.

2 comments:

BarbaraJuly 1, 2012 at 5:45 PM
I'd pass on that ride, too.
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beth cioffolettiJuly 2, 2012 at 4:04 AM
Yeah. I know that camel rides are quite popular, even in the African and Asian deserts. But I can't quite get comfortable with the idea.
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