The State Fair

The first fair I ever went to was the Orange County fair. Sarah took me to see the demolition derby there for my birthday one year. The event went far beyond what words can describe. Let's just say that there was a power outage, a rogue half-time show, gang fights, two missing front teeth, and a fire at the very end. It was everything a person could ever hope for in one event. I remember the guy next to me leaning over and saying "you know you'll never be able to describe this to anyone, they'll never believe you." That right there is the truth.

While no fair event will ever even come close to comparing to that historic derby, I must say that the thing I loved the most about the Utah state fair is the livestock. I love that they actually let you touch the animals. I'm not certain that they really want you to touch them, but there's nobody there to glare at you if you do. In fact I was even able to touch the little piglets here in Utah, where I was only allowed to view them from a distance at the OC fair. Their little noses feel weird and rubbery. I went a few days ago, but I keep thinking I'd like to go again before it's over.