The weather was kinda coolish with threatened rain, but I sucked it up and headed up to the fairgrounds here in Fairbanks to visit the local farm fair. As I walked up to the ticket booth, I decided to swallow my pride and ask about senior discount. I’m not 65 yet so I didn’t know what the fair staff considered senior. To my surprise the ticket taker just waved me in. I didn’t quite hear him so asked him, ‘how much?’, and he said ‘Nothing’. Not wanting to argue, I got my hand stamp and headed into the fair. So instead of the $8 usually charged seniors, or $12 for youngsters like me, it was free.
First thing I noticed inside was a rock & roll concert by some band who’s name you would recognize but I can’t remember now. Since they sucked, I didn’t hang around there. Then I passed a HUGE sling shot ride. I’ve been on smaller slingers but this one looked like it would shot you 60-70 feet into the air, if not further. Guess the technology is getting better and better.
Then I wandered into the stinky barns and visited with the prize chickens and geese and cows and pigs and all. These folks left the doors closed too long so the barns were nice and warm, but stinky’er then I’d like. Anyway, a good time was had by me, and after a not-so-good raindeer burger for dinner and some shopping, I headed home. Just a note, I was looking for something for Jackie, my friend that was coming up in a week to visit and I wandered into a tent where the owners were both artists and live 15 miles north of the Arctic circle. I thought that was cool so looked at some of her bead work. I settled on a beaded wolf barrette. The price was $60 and I thought that was high, but she said it took her 10 hours to make so I didn’t object to much. And she threw in a pair of hand made earrings free. Later on, I found much nicer beadwork on the paddle wheel trip Jackie and I took which only cost $28 so yes, I got ripped. Damn. But it’s the thought that counts I suppose.





























































