We started Labor Day weekend with the Walla Walla Frontier Days parade: many horses, many politicians, many old cars and so many people throwing candy at kids in every direction. Judd pretty much spent the day with his jaw dropped: "My father had a horse just like that." "We used to have a tractor just like that." "My dad had a van just like that except white with a red stripe on it. "Norm took out the middle seat out and converted the inside to a DIY Westfalia, the fore and aft bench seats made into a bed for those Thompson road trips with 3-4 boys to Florida every spring.
We beat the crowds leaving the parade and made it to the Country Fair before there were lines at every food vendor. I was half way through my gyro by the time Judd was able to make a selection. His French fries were disappointingly limp and greasy and the fried oysters were a bit suspicious. That just ensured he'd have to go back for seconds somewhere. After a walk through the bunny and chicken house and looking for one of his students' pigs, he went back for the turkey legs. It was delicious and too big to eat. We sat in the sun and listened to the mariachi band and watched kids running like hamsters in beach balls in a kiddie pool. We couldn't figure out how they breathe in there. Maybe that's the point: run them until they pass out then unzip them out of the balls and return them to their parents.
This tractor is as old as I am, born in 1955. But the boots are only a year old from my move out west last summer! The other heavy machinery taken from Judd's phone pics:
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