Parking out amongst the dirt and rocks is starting to become real familiar territory. At first the desert was a place of mystery. Unexplored land for two people from Wisconsin. After a couple of weeks this place is starting to feel real comfortable. The mountains in the background are gorgeous every single day. The sunsets here... incredible. Even the weather is tolerable. Although it's 90 during the day, it drops into the 50's at night.
We'll be heading into town today to get a taste of the local flavor. The county fair is going on just 9 miles away. We buzz over to the parking lot and find out that tickets are $8 at the door. Uh, no thanks. The nice lady at the counter points at the Humane Society donation bin and explains to us that admission is free with any donation. All we need is a $1 can of cat food and we can stroll through the gates. So it's off to Wal-Mart for some quick shopping. We pick out a dog brush and a few cans of food. Neither one of us has a problem with spending a few bucks to help out the humane society. We practically have one ourselves.
After walking around for a bit we both talk about going on a ride. I don't even know why we bother having those conversations. Both of us are too cheap, and neither of us really want to go on one. My years of corporate training kicks in and I start looking at the rides. There's zip ties and duck tape. Extension cords being used where it should be hard wired. This place is sketchy. I've got no problem hopping on a roller coaster at six flags. I know that a team of engineers works there and inspects the rides on a regular ongoing basis. The chances of that happening with these rides seems pretty slim. I think I'll keep my ass off the mobile coffins and watch the action from the ground.
Just your typical fair. Small rides and overpriced food. Anyone who pays $7 for a funnel cake is an idiot. We continue to stroll until we see a dog show in progress. Twenty minute goes by and we witness a dog team that does about 1/2 of it's tricks correctly, and a real cheesy routine. Nothing special to see here.
Back home Katie starts to get things ready for dinner. She pulls out the cutting board and sees a couple of mouse turds. Fantastic. Looks like we picked up a traveler somewhere. The excitement doesn't end there. Turns out the little bastard likes silicone measuring cups too. Off to Wal-Mart for some DCON and a measuring cup. Guess life could be worse.