My mom and I first went in 2009 - my first summer in Montana - to go to the Kelly Clarkson concert (which my awesome then-boyfriend, now-husband awesomely got us tickets to).
We didn't go in 2010 because I was beyond pregnant and walking around in the heat with zero prospect of a beer was not something I was willing to do.
This year our entourage expanded to include my mom, dad, Jacob, Zoey, and myself. We went after Jacob got off work which is how I've decided I like going to the Fair: weekday evening. It was still pretty busy, but not painstakingly so. And it wasn't blistering hot since there was so much end-of-the-day shade. We did rides then food because there was no way Zoey was going to sit through any sort of anything without declaring, "I want to go on the Ferris Wheel," every five seconds (we didn't. We walked up to it to see if she could even ride but when we got up close, she freaked out and said, "Too scary!" So we appropriately went over to the rides for people her size.)
Naturally spotted first - the cars. By Zoey or Daddy first, I'm not sure...
What else follows cars besides Monster Trucks? Nothing, that's what.
She expertly worked the wheel and yelled at everyone, "Hold on, guys; hold on!"
And always has time for a photo-op, natch.
She remembered the Merry-Go-Round from last year, saying, "This is the fun one!"
They had to close down the ride for our impromptu modeling shoot.
Of course she couldn't pass a train and not want to ride on it.
But we ate shortly thereafter and all was right with the world. Jacob and I had corn dogs, my mom had a cheeseburger, Zoey chicken strips, and my dad decided to go for the full Fair experience and get pork on a stick and Walleye on a stick (which was actually rather tasty. He said in astonishment, "It's real Walleye.")
Thanks for another fun year, Fair!
(Kelly Clarkson, please come back. Or Flo Rida; that would work too.)