The Rambling Writer Visits the NW Washington Fair
- Sara Stamey
- September 17, 2022
Join Thor and me as we enjoy the annual fair that celebrates early harvest and farming traditions in our “far corner” of the country.
I hadn’t been to what we always called “the Lynden Fair” in a few years, so when it rolled around again, I told Thor we needed to go see the baby goats and watch my favorite event — the draft horse hitch. Growing up 4th-generation in Whatcom County, I always looked forward to the fair, and as a teenager took part with my horse Star in 4-H competitions. Here’s an old photo of me with Star (on right) and my sister Gail with Taffy, as we were getting ready to practice barrel-racing and other skills. (Usually we rode bareback and galloped like “wild banshees” around the fields and trails where we grew up.)
First priority when arriving was to check the schedule for the horse events, then hit the animal barn to see the baby goats and other critters.
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4 thoughts on “The Rambling Writer Visits the NW Washington Fair”
Those big draft horses awe me and the old coal-fired tractor was amazing. The corn dog not so much. The tractor was dug up out of a field and cleaned and reassembled. It’s interesting how we discard stuff for junk, and then years later it becomes valuable. I hope that happens to me.
Well, at least they could dig up your titanium shoulder joints, and who knows what other parts you’ll replace!
Gorgeous animals–and the quilts!
Thanks for coming along, Sherwood!