A few weeks ago we went to the Kansas State Fair. The fair is something we only go to every 10 years or so and we had “just” been there about four years ago, but I had bought the youngest daughter tickets to go see Hunter Hayes in concert.
It was a beautiful day in the Land of Ahs. Abundant sunshine with temperatures in the 70s. Usually when we attend the fair, it’s either raining or 100 degrees, so this was definitely a change for the better.
Mr. Caffeinated Ginger dropped me off at the front gate so I could procure our tickets while he, daughter, and daughter’s friend drove off to find a parking spot.
I picked up the tickets at the will-call window and waited.
Finally, about 30 minutes later, they appeared. Apparently they had to park literally a MILE away. The next time we come to the fair I bet I’ll be the one parking the car and he will be the one dropped off to the get the tickets.
We entered the fair and after handing out cash to the teenager, we were quickly abandoned by our daughter and her friend. Apparently they didn’t think it would fun to hang out with the parents. Pshaw. Whatever.
One of the main reasons to attend the fair is the food. None of it is actually good for you, but that all part of the fun, right?
First off, was my personal favorite–The Pronto Pup.
For those of you naysayers who are thinking “That’s just a corn dog.” Nope. It’s bigger and better. It’s like a new and improved version of the corn dog. And for $3.50, it’s one of the more economical grease-filled delicacies you can purchase.
We then checked out the vegetables and fruits on the display. Some of them even came with hair.
We missed out on seeing the butter sculpture because there was a huge crowd jostling for viewing positions. I wanted to see this year’s monstrosity, but valued my life even more. So sorry, you’ll just have to use your imagination on that one.
The baby animals exhibit is one of my favorites. I tried to smuggle a baby goat out in my backpack, but Mr. CF made me put it back.
The rest of our afternoon was spent traipsing through the RV exhibits (I wanted to take a nap on one of the beds, but apparently that is a no-no), dodging older people on their scooters, trying to find the Dillons exhibit with free ice cream (they were out, gosh durn it), and me really wishing I had worn better shoes as I had forgotten that going to the fair means walking approximately 723.2 miles.
But a huge highlight, if not THE highlight of my day, was the pig races. You haven’t lived if you haven’t seen the pig races at the fair. Pigs such as Lindsay Loham and Michael Mahoganey race around a small track in order to win the prize–an Oreo! You would be simply amazed at the masses of people these pig races attract. I bet you can’t see such fine entertainment like this in Las Vegas or New York City.
It was finally time for a meet-up with daughter and friend to give them the concert tickets. Once that was accomplished and an after-concert meeting place was established, Mr. CF and I headed for a rumored margarita garden which, of course, was at the opposite end of the fairgrounds from where we stood. However, our efforts were rewarded when we found that garden to be a thing of reality and not just fantasy.
After enjoying our refreshing drinks, we went to a show by a comic/hypnotist. He was funny, but it felt like deja’ vu so I’m pretty sure we’d seen him before on one of our every-ten-year trips to the fair.
We then rode the Sky Ride to the other side of the fairgrounds to meet up with the teenagers. Being scared of heights, I’m not sure why I thought riding this would be fun. But I made it through without tossing my cookies or losing my flip flops.
By the grandstand we enjoyed everyone’s favorite fair food–the funnel cake.
The lights and sounds of the midway are always more alluring at night.
The concert soon ended and we were able to meet up with our daughter and her friend fairly easily. As they extolled the virtues of Hunter Hayes, they also expressed that they were starving because they hadn’t eaten all day. (Seriously?? How do you go to a fair and not eat?? Isn’t that the whole point??) So we traipsed the mile through the darkened parking lot to find our vehicle.
We moseyed our way to the nearest Taco Bell, whose dining room conveniently closed five minutes before our arrival. So we went through the drive-through and proceeded to attempt to eat tacos as we drove home. Good times, people, good times.
It was a fun day, but my feet and legs wanted to make sure that I put on the calendar that 2024 will be the next Year of the Fair. They can’t handle another one until then.