Even Fairer

A few more thoughts on the Alameda County Fair. Yes, it really is big enough to require two posts.

First, have a couple more pictures of the model railroad exhibit to whet your appetite–it seems to be a permanent exhibit, so if you’re into trains (model or otherwise), swing by the fair next year and see it yourself.

A panoramic shot of one of the layouts. Depending on how you count them, there are either two or four.
No, that bridge at the left rear isn’t actually broken. My panorama photographing skills, however, are somewhat malformed.

Downtown in another layout.
The white factory building in the center of the image is Walthers Model Trains. Seems like an unlikely source of industry to support the entire community, but they seem to be scraping by. Certainly the evidence at the right of the picture suggests that the fire department is well-funded–I count six trucks, including two hook-and-ladder vehicles. Oddly, there doesn’t seem to be a firehouse in town. Perhaps the trucks spend all their time patrolling for fires.

Moving on.

While Maggie and I were walking around, we ran into friends of ours: Eric and Beth. Beth had entered several of her photographs in the art show*. (Beth took some of the early photographs of Sachiko, and she drops in occasionally to laugh at my extreme lack of skills.) So we hung out with them for several hours.

* She’s a serious photographer, and she’s got the fifty pound camera to prove it. (No need to correct me, Beth. I’m well aware that I’m exaggerating for effect. In truth, it doesn’t weigh more than forty pounds.)

It’s a truism that fairs, like many interactive entertainment venues, are best appreciated as part of a group. If we hadn’t been with them, we probably wouldn’t have gone to the petting zoo. And if we hadn’t, we would have missed Eric’s heart-to-heart chat with a llama–
which, fortunately, did not involve spitting by either of them.

Nor would we ever have learned that modern farms come equipped with kangaroos.
Well, the signs on the outside of the enclosure implied that the critters inside were typical farm animals.

Moving on.

Fairs are great places to indulge an urge to shop.

There were a lot of kids sporting poop emoji hats, for example. (The link is to a very similar hat. It’s also slightly more expensive than the ones at the fair. As I said, fairs are great places to shop.)

We didn’t get poop hats, but we weren’t completely able to restrain our acquisitive instincts. Maggie picked up some jewelry, and I got, well, this:

Fear the Blinking Squid Hat of Doom!