Chelan County Fair

It's that time of year again....the fair is here.

Packed the kids up for the annual trip...they love the fair. Greasy food, rides, and sugar...not necessarily in that order. As parents we enjoy it too. Greasy food. That's pretty much it for us. None of us care all that much about the animals and stuff.

This year we decided to start with the rides. This would be the first year for Will moving up from the pure kiddy stuff. He got to do the roller coaster (see pictures below) which was a hit. Shea is in the awkward age where he's too short to go on the big kid stuff by himself, and too big to go on the kiddie stuff. He REALLY wanted to do some of the big kid rides.....and since Jen is still having back issues, Dad (me) volunteered to go with him. Now I'm not a real big fan of fair rides, but I figured if Shea could handle it, then I'd survive. Well, someone forgot to tell my stomach about this logic. First up was the Scrambler...not too bad. Got a little dizzy, but it was manageable. Shea loved it. Next up was the Spider. Fairly innocous looking thing. Cars go up and down, around, and they spin a bit, but nothing happens terribly quickly. Car goes up...I'm okay...spins around...not so great, but I'll live...car goes down...oh, oh...this is not going to end well. Shea is practically giddy. Dad is...well, not giddy. After riding for a few minutes (you owe me son)....I gave the carny dude the "cut it off" hand signal, and we called it quits. Shea and Will went on a few more rides, but that was it for me.

Next up was the greasy food. At least it was for Jen, Shea, and Will. I sat with my head down on the picnic table trying my darndest not to puke while they all chowed down on the curly fries and hand-dipped corn dogs (you really, really owe me son).

I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story, and I'm feeling better now, thanks.