Fair Time

So last week Trevor and I were able to go up and spend 4 days with Trevor's family. This was a blessing and a nice treat seeing as how we normally drive up there for one day and have to rush home. It was fair week, which means we went to the fair everyday we were there...because that's just what you do. And when your father in law conveniently has a tent where he sells lawn mowers you always have a shady place to sit and hang out. So I ate lots of junk...but nothing a few days somersizing level one won't fix.

I posted about my first experience at the fair on my blog 4 years ago here as you can see I have called it redneck week. Out of respect for my brother-in-law it will now be referred to as Country Week. We didn't get to go to the truck pull much to Trevor's dismay but we saw lots of friends and spent much needed time with the family. We had a speidie sandwich (something that only NEPA and southern tier of NY ppl know anything about). We have a cupboard full of speidie sauce in our house, we normally make speidies and share them with our less fortunate friends.

Oh and we helped Trevor's farmer friends bring in their hay. So I have now connected a full hay wagon to a tractor and climbed on the pile in the hay wagon and threw hay bails down to Trevor to put on an elevator where it when to the upper level of a barn where a group of other people stacked it. I think I missed my calling...I should have been a farmer.