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Wedding/Honeymoon Post #4- A day at the fair
Thursday 9/25/08, Camp Pasaconaway, New Hampshire
After breakfast with the folks who ran the Ivory Creek B&B, we were off to the New England, “Big E” Eastern States Fair. Growing up, it was always a big treat for Meg to go to her county fair, or even sometimes the state fair. I’d been to the Lake Champlain Valley Fair a few times when I was a kid and my family would go to Vermont, so we were both pretty excited to check out “The Big E.”
We wound up spending most of the day there. There were rides galore (Meg went on all of them, and some of the scarier ones twice, Matthew stayed on the ground and watched because he is either a) a fraidy cat or b) has a healthy respect for gravity, thank you very much, depending on who you ask. We got to see chickens hatch, prize winning pigs and sheep and llamas (New Hampshie has a prize winning llama- who knew?), hucksters selling the great new thing in mopping and back massage, all “as seen on tv”.
The main stage boasted a concert by Tiffany, the 80’s pop star, which I don’t feel bad describing her as, since that was how they publicized her. We wandered by a few times and she sounded pretty good, though we didn’t get to hear her do her cover of “I think you’re along now” the one song of hers I could remember, which all of the posters for her concert pointed out had been her big hit. I wondered if a career of playing concerts at state fairs in memory of your big hit 20 years ago would be great fun, or the 4th level of hell. Seeing her up there, belting away with a band for a crowd of a few hundred in the middle of the fair, I thought it would be pretty fun.
We spent money on silly adorable things like getting our name on a grain of rice, that then went in a little glass holder attached to a penguin keychain, and once we had our fill of rides and sun and fried food (of which we had quite a lot) it was time to hit the road. We drove the rest of the west across Mass back into NY, and then started north. Our plan was to make it to the town of Ticonderoga and camp near there, but while we were still about an hour away, and the sun hadn’t yet set, we passed a sign saying “campgrounds, next exit” which is how we wound up at Cold Brook Campgrounds. A quick trip to a local market got us hamburgers and marshmallows, along with sausage and eggs for breakfast and we were ready for a night in the woods.
Thursday 9/25/08, Camp Pasaconaway, New Hampshire
After breakfast with the folks who ran the Ivory Creek B&B, we were off to the New England, “Big E” Eastern States Fair. Growing up, it was always a big treat for Meg to go to her county fair, or even sometimes the state fair. I’d been to the Lake Champlain Valley Fair a few times when I was a kid and my family would go to Vermont, so we were both pretty excited to check out “The Big E.”
We wound up spending most of the day there. There were rides galore (Meg went on all of them, and some of the scarier ones twice, Matthew stayed on the ground and watched because he is either a) a fraidy cat or b) has a healthy respect for gravity, thank you very much, depending on who you ask. We got to see chickens hatch, prize winning pigs and sheep and llamas (New Hampshie has a prize winning llama- who knew?), hucksters selling the great new thing in mopping and back massage, all “as seen on tv”.
The main stage boasted a concert by Tiffany, the 80’s pop star, which I don’t feel bad describing her as, since that was how they publicized her. We wandered by a few times and she sounded pretty good, though we didn’t get to hear her do her cover of “I think you’re along now” the one song of hers I could remember, which all of the posters for her concert pointed out had been her big hit. I wondered if a career of playing concerts at state fairs in memory of your big hit 20 years ago would be great fun, or the 4th level of hell. Seeing her up there, belting away with a band for a crowd of a few hundred in the middle of the fair, I thought it would be pretty fun.
We spent money on silly adorable things like getting our name on a grain of rice, that then went in a little glass holder attached to a penguin keychain, and once we had our fill of rides and sun and fried food (of which we had quite a lot) it was time to hit the road. We drove the rest of the west across Mass back into NY, and then started north. Our plan was to make it to the town of Ticonderoga and camp near there, but while we were still about an hour away, and the sun hadn’t yet set, we passed a sign saying “campgrounds, next exit” which is how we wound up at Cold Brook Campgrounds. A quick trip to a local market got us hamburgers and marshmallows, along with sausage and eggs for breakfast and we were ready for a night in the woods.
