A Fair Day.

8-23-15 VERMONT: We crossed the river yesterday, via the Windsor-Cornish covered bridge, to go to the Cornish Fair. It was cool and dry after the front slid through a day or so ago and ended the heat wave. We walked around the midway and the animal barns after the trek from the parking lot. We are old enough and smart enough to avoid the rides and the games, but not the food.

We shared a bloomin’ onion  appetizer and lemonade while we watched Joe the Magician do his show. The kid, volunteer assistants were a riot. The onion was fried to perfection and the ranch dressing piquant.

After seeing the cows, sheep, chickens and tractors, we had a pulled pork sandwich as an entrée. It was succulent and accompanied by a tangy barbecue sauce.

For dessert we shared a serving of crisp funnel cake topped with powered sugar while we watched a quartet play country-rock. To me, all the songs sounded the same, the same key, tempo, rhythm and all at high volume. We left after the cake was gone, and, perhaps, burnt a few calories on the walk back to the car.


Rides and plenty to eat.

The ladies lined up.

Judy finds the grail.

Fried everything available.

Clothes too.