I love an old fashioned county fair. We went to one today, over in the southeast corner of Missouri. We saw some exhibits, watched a little barrel racing, got a snow cone, and spent a good chunk of the afternoon in the midway.
PS Don’t let that round Ferris wheel looking thingy fool you– it is fast! We were way up on the top and that thing started rockin’ and rollin’! I actually heard myself say out loud, “It’s ok, look at all the physics that when into building this thing, we’re going to be all right!”
When I stepped out of the seat, the guy working there asked me if I liked the ride. I said “yes, but I didn’t know it was going to be SO scary.”
And, we both laughed. Loudly.
County fairs. The tail end of summer. What a great way to spend the day, riding carnival rides.
Our trek to Colorado from home is leading us through 982 miles of the midwest. This Kansas roadside has been sprinkled with fields full of sunflowers. If we had time, I’d pull over and take a thousand pictures.
But… all I have to offer is one field shot from my back seat view.
We just left a stop at the World’s Largest Easel in Goodland, Kansas. I’m a sucker for the World’s Largest things. In May, on a trip through Iowa, we saw the World’s Largest Working Windmill and the World’s Largest Ball of Popcorn.
If you like these kinds of things, the easel is definitely worth a look. Roadside America has some interesting articles on its history.
Just crossed into Colorado!! Wahoo!! Give me some mountains!
After dropping one of our pups off at the vet today, we decided to take a morning drive. An old, crooked gravel road led us to some beautiful pines and an vintage country church. The outhouse has seen better days, I think, but I love the way it quietly shows it’s age.
A few weeks ago I saw that there was a painting class being offered in our new town. I loved the picture of an old truck with a Christmas tree in the back, so I signed up.
Last night, I walked into a building that was nearly bursting with people the class was so full. And, there I was, knowing absolutely no one, looking for an empty place to sit…
Eeks! Have you ever been in that position? Trying to find an empty seat and feeling like there’s a flashing neon sign around you that says, “I came ALONE!!!”
Finally, I spied two empty chairs right up front, so I headed in that direction. As I stepped past one to grab the other, I heard someone say that I could sit there.
Whew! Relief! A seat!
Oh my gosh, you guys! I’m pretty sure the night couldn’t have gone any better. The gals I ended up sitting by were fabulous, kind, and funny. I had a total blast and genuinely laughed at times I wasn’t even expecting to.
After I got home, I showed my painting to my husband and Little Bit, then reflected on my lessons learned:
- trying something new is an adventure worth taking
- walking into a place where you know no one is worth the risk
- alone isn’t necessarily alone
- kindness lives, it really, truly does
Here’s to small towns, random Monday evenings, a pink truck and paintbrushes.