Life Isn't Fair or Is It?

One more Walla Walla Frontier Days and Fair behind us.  The grandgirls clipped, combed, and cleaned their heifers and tried to teach the little stinkers to behave in the ring.  Most of their animals were very young and behaved like bovine toddlers.  Ribbons were won.  Isabel got cuddled by some fair royalty who let me take snaps and showered her with attention.

 

Princess Joycelin Munden, Cowgirl Isabel  & Queen Taylor Skramstad

 

 Some of the family watching our perches while each girl did their circle around the ring.

 

I ate buttered corn on the cob, a Gyro with lamb, and baclava.

I passed on the machines of torture, er, carnival rides.

Closely inspected all the tiny trailers for sale that could be towed by my van while thinking up escapes in same, to the ocean, the lakes, the mountains.

I ate an elephant ear.
Looked at the art show, the quilts, the bazillion photos.

Ate more baclava.
Checked the trailers out again.

Saw lots of cow output.