Buffalo Bill days had many things, including an outhouse race.
This gentleman in the hot dog costume wanted us to buy fresh made donuts. He did what any teenager enthusiastically overselling things will do: cartwheels. I bought a twist and man, was that a good donut. It rivaled Blue Star Donuts and that is saying a lot.
The teenager sitting in the window noticed me and waved before I could take the picture.
I tried out these chairs, which were so incredibly comfortable, I wished to pack one up and carry it back to Portland with me.
E with her donut sample.
They had Civil War reenactors.
E examines walking sticks that are also flutes.
L sat with me on the comfortable chair.
Patrick, after nearly getting hit by one of the walking sticks, helps E choose one to try out.
I was fascinated by the family and took many surreptitious photos of them.
This youngster told us all about the cannon.
He had great cheekbones.
E got to hold one of the cannon balls. (Cue the Breeders)
I enjoy a good label and am happy to know this is where the windshield washer fluid is kept.
Not a warning you will see on a civilian vehicle.
Patrick looking into a humvee.
There were pony rides! E and L meet one of the ponies.
Also on this trip I learned that when you are around small children, you tend to acquire things.
An excellent juxtaposition of customer t-shirt and vendor sign.
These guns were really great. I bought one.
Patrick takes a shot.
Headed for the pony rides.
They were still getting the ponies saddled.
The cheerful owner.
These girls were interested, but ultimately, only one of them rode.
E and Patrick.
L and Heather.
When we walked back through, there was another outhouse ready to be pushed in the contest.
So ended a great trip. Thanks to Heather, Patrick and the girls for funding and hosting me. It was so wonderful to see them and their slice of army life.