It's our favorite day of the summer. Oh, I just love it there so much. Everyone is so nice. I took a lot of pictures of people this time, including the hands of an veteran cowboy who told us stories while we ate our frozen custard at the end of the day. A master gardener. He was born when his father was fifty-six years old, and referred to his father, every time he mentioned him (which was a lot), as Daddy. What a cool guy, with hands that have seen a lot of hard work. Been going to the fair since 1948. I wish I had a picture of the look on his face when I asked him if I could take a picture of his hands. He definitely thought he'd heard me wrong. I liked that moment. I wish I'd gotten his email address so I could've sent him the photo.
Amelia's first fair! She loved it. She looks all around, takes everything in, watches everyone and everything, and every animal. She is up for everything, all of it. No matter where we go or what we do, she is game. She reminds me of Andy in this. It is just so easy and fun to be with these two.
Favorite photo of the day, taken by Andy with his phone:
The moccasin-making man at the pioneer village. Andy gets a new pair every year. He brought one of his old moccasins, to see if he could repair a hole in the sole. "Pshaw, boy, that ain't no hole. You got a loooooong way to go before you need to worry about that." Hands them back.
What a great day. :) Next year, pony ride!!!