Yes, this post is a little belated. July has been a busy month. It began with what may be a new tradition, Fourth of July at the San Diego County Fair. “Are you crazy?” You ask. Well, no. Sure, its incredibly crowded, but since one knows to expect that going in, its all about adjusting expectations about how quickly you will get from place to place. Relax. Go with the flow. Wear sunscreen. Wear a hat. Don’t wear flip flops. And embrace the “you know you’re a redneck when…” moments. You know, like pig racing. And demolition derby. And fried food.
We arrived in the late afternoon. This was a smart move because we 1. Missed a lot of the traffic, and 2. Didn’t burn to a crisp in the sun. We had already gone to the fair a few days earlier without The Kid to do all the nerdy adult things like look at the collections, woodworking, photography, gardening, and other hobbies. So doing a short, kid-oriented, Fourth of July was not a problem.
Yes, you’re reading that correctly. It says Deep Fried Butter. We didn’t dare. Although The Boyfriend does like fair food, so he procured a sandwich and an Orange Julius pretty quickly. The Kid helped him finish off the Orange Julius before we headed into the agriculture buildings. The $1 that it cost for her admission to the petting corral was the best $1 we spent all day. Baby goats are so adorable.
Demolition Derby! I never thought I’d find myself at a demolition derby, but what the heck. The Kid loved it last year so we went again, and this time The Boyfriend and The Kid rode on the big moster truck before the derby started. Yeehaaw!
After the derby we ate a super healthy dinner of hot dogs and french fries and made our way to the infield where all the kids rides are and the best fireworks viewing is to be had. The Kid carefully planned how she would spend her tickets and chose a few rides.
I think the Silver Streak was the favorite.
After rides it was time to take a seat and watch the fireworks. You can’t beat sitting right under them and going home with ash in your hair.
On the way out The Boyfriend got his mini-donuts and we said good-bye to the ferris wheel until next year.