Country Fair Love
Anyone know where I can send my nomination for The World's Best Festival? I'm totally recommending the Oregon Country Fair.
I've decided that while the name is accurate...it is in Oregon, it is in the country, and it is technically a fair...I think the name give people the wrong impression. The word fair conjures up images of elephant ears, fat people in tank tops eating said elephant ears, dust, rides and carnies, and all the other details that go hand in hand with our usual impression of fairs in the summer.
But the Oregon Country Fair...just so, so, so much more. Delicious, often organic, foods. Amazing musical diversions. And people watching to beat all people watching.
Even random free craft booths for kids to create their own hats to ward off all the sun.
...and blend in with all the revelers.
This year I learned more clearly about what I love about the fair. Food? Yes, it is yummy. Music? Yep, it is good and so diverse. But for me, it is all about walking a bit until I find a bench and then settling in to watch the parade of people walk by.
Then wandering a bit further until we come across another open bench. And if the guy sitting next to you happens to be toting a drum...well you may as well just join in and add to the music of the scene.
We're so lucky to have friends who have a booth at the fair. They graciously allow us to come and enjoy their prime vantage point for awhile. (That would be Soren misting the crowd.)
Even with all our sitting, it seems like we cover a few miles of ground and enough stimulation to send two out of the three of us into dreamland as soon as we get back to the car for the drive home.
(I was driving and the red light didn't last long enough for me to get a picture of Peter sleeping too!)
I've decided that while the name is accurate...it is in Oregon, it is in the country, and it is technically a fair...I think the name give people the wrong impression. The word fair conjures up images of elephant ears, fat people in tank tops eating said elephant ears, dust, rides and carnies, and all the other details that go hand in hand with our usual impression of fairs in the summer.
But the Oregon Country Fair...just so, so, so much more. Delicious, often organic, foods. Amazing musical diversions. And people watching to beat all people watching.
Even random free craft booths for kids to create their own hats to ward off all the sun.
...and blend in with all the revelers.
This year I learned more clearly about what I love about the fair. Food? Yes, it is yummy. Music? Yep, it is good and so diverse. But for me, it is all about walking a bit until I find a bench and then settling in to watch the parade of people walk by.
Then wandering a bit further until we come across another open bench. And if the guy sitting next to you happens to be toting a drum...well you may as well just join in and add to the music of the scene.
We're so lucky to have friends who have a booth at the fair. They graciously allow us to come and enjoy their prime vantage point for awhile. (That would be Soren misting the crowd.)
Even with all our sitting, it seems like we cover a few miles of ground and enough stimulation to send two out of the three of us into dreamland as soon as we get back to the car for the drive home.
(I was driving and the red light didn't last long enough for me to get a picture of Peter sleeping too!)
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