Then we found out you have to pay cash to enter the fair. Of the $12 we needed, we only had $8. Promise of an ATM sent us walking about a mile. The ATM was broken of course, so we begged like gypsies at the admission window and some generous Idahoan behind us spotted us the $4 we needed to get in.
Once inside, we enjoyed the splendors of the state fair, or at least the eastern half of the state.
Food stalls, of should I say "food" stalls, as far as the eye could see.
"There's more food here than in all of Africa," said Roo. He was not very tempted by any of it, though.
"How can you say no to fair food?" I asked.
Then Roo asked if I wanted "Steak on a Stick."
"No," was my reply.
We saw a lot of stuff ranging from semi-junky to severely junky for sale.
We saw this Bimbo's sign, which I felt captured the essence of the fair atmosphere.
Then we saw the animals. Lots of animals. Cows, sheep, rabbits, tiny horses, huge horses. By the time we'd seen them all, my throat had swollen up and my lungs were giving out. So we moved on. In fact, we moved on all the way home.
We spent about 30 minutes at the fair and had a good time. When our parking attendant dude saw we were already leaving he said, "You're already leaving?!" I offered no explanation beyond, "Yep." I figure he made $5 on our parking space and was able to fill it up again with another $5 patron in less than an hour. And considering we only had to pay $8 for our day at the fair, I'd say both he and we did pretty well.