We finally made it to the county fair this year. To me the fair means a midway complete with ferris wheel, carnival games, creepy clowns and predictable food. I am pulled by the ferris wheel. It just calls to me somehow. This year I got close enough to take some shots and decide not to ride until Mallory is older.
It sure was fun to see…
Mallory spotting the carousel: one of my MOST favorite things
somehow, I almost think those traveling fairs are safer, because each nut and bolt are tightened often (more often than say, Six Flags!)
love the wave from the carousel!!
Oh my. I could not be more afraid of ferris wheels. Haley loves them, but I can only muster the courage to ride it at Disneyland.