Google Something Clever 2.0: New York, Part Six

Oct 11, 2013

New York, Part Six

On our last day of vacation, Cousin 2 and his wife took us to the county fair. We'd never been to one before. They said we'd love it. There were farm animals!

My son said this sheep was "dressed like a superhero."

So here's the thing. The animals at the county fair are not for patting. They are for killing and eating. I mean, they don't do it right there in front of you, but there were signs all over the place that referred to the cows as "beef," so... you do the math.


There were a lot of booths where you could buy stuff, and a ton of food. Like, all the food. There were some exhibits on old-timey farm life, and we watched this ridiculously talented blacksmith make a coat hook. He does not have a website; I checked. I told his daughter he should consider opening an Etsy shop.

There were also two separate carnival sections- one for kids, one for adults. I happened to mention that I was an ace tree climber back in the day, and then we walked around a corner and saw this:

It was difficult.

You had to make it up the middle in two minutes (with one do-over available if you fell off) to win fifty bucks. I tried, I really did. But look at the middle! There are, like, no hand-holds, and the ones that are there are the smooth kind. And it was hot out, so my hands were sweaty. I failed miserably. But I did climb up the side, just for fun. I got a plastic Mardi Gras necklace as a consolation prize, so my son thought I "won." I did not correct him.

Then there was the pig race. Yes, a pig race. Actually, there were three or four, all in a row, and you could bet on them. At first, I was really uncomfortable with it, because I don't like the idea of animals working. But it turns out they just put a bowl of food at the finish line, and the pigs run because they want to. Please don't spoil it by telling me that they starve them beforehand or something.

And then there was this.

They were charging a buck a gander at the "World's Smallest Horse." No, wasn't Lil' Sebastian. It was Lil' Muffin. Supposedly, she's "not a pony" and she's "insured for $20,000." And they want you to pay to look at her. I was really curious, but I figured it was probably just a dog or something, and I bet they wouldn't refund my money, so I resisted temptation.

And that was our last day in New York. On the way home the next day, we stopped at The Daily Planet one more time, because it's awesome. Seriously, you need to go to there. When we crossed the state line into Massachusetts, we saw signs for Olde Sturbridge Village (it's one of those "living museum" places), and thought, "Why not?" It was still early in the afternoon. So we went. Guess what. Kids are free in August, and adults pay $5 on Fridays. Nice timing, right?

He asked this question, turned around, and saw the sign. Ha!

After seeing his third blacksmith in one week (there was one at the renaissance fair, too), my son has decided he'd like to be a blacksmith when he grows up. It'll only be a hobby, though, because he still wants to be a special effects makeup artist, too.

We saw some neat houses, learned about pottery and typesetting, and got our feet really dirty. I didn't take many pictures, because I was just done at that point. Sorry. Go look at their website if you want to know more, I guess.

And that's it! All my New York stories. I'm so very glad to be back on my couch, with my cats in my lap. Thanks for joining me!