I really miss going to the state fair. We lived 75 miles from the State Fair grounds in Douglas, so we went every year. It was always right around my brother's birthday and we'd go down for the parade, because they threw candy....we always loved that. Then we'd spend the day looking at exhibits. My mom loved the quilting and photography exhibits, and then we'd check out some of the livestock judging. We'd browse some of the craft stands, and there is a pioneering museum right there, too, so we visited that once or twice. They had a hayride that just drove circles around the grounds and you hopped on and off wherever you wanted to go. Lots of unhealthy but delicious fairground food like hotdogs and cotton candy, and then we'd go to the carnival. It was so much fun! I'll have to check when next year's is in case we do our Wyoming trip next summer!!
Funny story: So my dad was a cattle rancher, and I'm sure I mentioned he had a thing for buying kitchen knives and forgetting to give them to the people he bought them for. So in 2013, I had been told by friends that my dad was showing some signs of dementia, and I went "home" to check on him and he had asked me to come help him get his will redone. While I was there, he had said he needed to go to the state fair because he wanted to look at a horse, and he wanted to visit the cutco booth to buy some knives. I thought it sounded great since I hadn't been to the fair in years. So we get up early, drive to Douglas, and get into the fair grounds, and he just barges into the vendor hall, which wasn't even open yet, and commandeers a chair near the cutco table to wait until it was open.

I was like "Dad, we're not even supposed to be in here! It's not open yet, and these chairs are for the vendors!" He just brushed that off and sat down. The very confused vendor approached and I explained and he was very very kind. Then when it opened, dad bought a bunch of knives and then was like "Ok,let's go!" He literally drove over an hour and paid admission to the state fair just to buy knives he could have gotten from a catalog and then leave. The horse turned out to be on a ranch 10 miles away, not at the state fair. We were there less time than it took us to drive there! At the time, I was so frustrated, because I had wanted to visit the fair, see some exhibitions, etc....but now I just laugh. It was so much my dad...that's how he was. He'd get it in his head that he needed to do something and that's what he was going to do, and then he'd change his mind just as easily because he didn't feel like it anymore.