That would be the West Texas Fair (and Rodeo, but we didn’t go to the Rodeo). I have to confess that I wasn’t exactly looking forward to going. Last year’s trip to the fair was hot, crowded and dusty. This year, we went on a different night and the heat had broken.
It was a gorgeous, cool evening and we ate fair food. You know, like funnel cake.
We rode rides and slid slides.
We saw some fuzzy friends.
And just enjoyed the evening.
If this post doesn’t convince you to find your local fall fair, I read this piece on Simple Bites today, and it just might do the trick.