The grand entrance. It’s not as big as in a state where Agriculture is spelled with a capital A.

Pit beef! Which is Marylander for BBQ.

Cows! Lots and lots cows!

Cow! We saw lots of cows, but no sheeps, pigs, horses or llamas. The horses were off limits, but we totally missed the sheep and pig building and thought (mistakenly) that the fair just didn’t have them. DAMN IT.

Sleepy cows.

Baby cow.

Cool photo of the concrete.

I would have rode the swings if we hadn’t just ate the pit beef.

One of those crazy handwriting analysis-horoscope machines. For $3 each, we tried it out, mostly because I hadn’t seen this since going to the Home & Garden show as a kid. They were all wrong, especially the part about me being chicken shit.

Because if I really was chicken shit, would i have gotten on the big ferris wheel?

Or I would have opted instead for the little one?

A view from the big ferris wheel, over the small ferris wheel. This is after I finished having a panic attack.

Another view from the ferris wheel.

Ducks. I like this photo. Yes, those are my feet.

The only freak show. You could see the little feet.

We didn’t see any fried snickers bars, just these.

The closest we came to a horse was this mule, and this is as close as we could come to the mule.

I don’t know what this won, but I’m so glad it took first place. Everything else was ... well, about what you’d expect.

The pillow competition. I believe the men on tractors, which was my favorite, took first.

And a robot for you-know-who.