Nearby, Kristena Colby and her son, Karsen, were heading to the horses when the boy struck up a conversation with a wandering clown. His mom said they hit the fair yearly to see the horses.
I snapped a couple photos, my stomach demanding attention, and dashed over to the fried dough stand, placed my order, covered it in sugar and sat down at a picnic table and ate. My tongue and stomach danced a jitterbug, bowing after the last bite when a German sausage in the hands of a kid skipping by demanded an encore.
I stood up, adjusted my waistline and set off on another adventure.