Sweet Home...Richfield!

Last weekend I decided to spend at my parent's house and it just so happened to be the same weekend as our town's annual fair: Richfield Days. Now, I'm not sure if this is just a Wisconsin thing, but we have a TON of fairs and festivals when the weather is nice (which isn't for very long...three months maybe). I hadn't been to our town fair in well over ten years. My parents were going to see a band Friday night so I thought I would tag along with them, my aunt and my uncle.

My mom and I couldn't stop comparing it to the movie Sweet Home Alabama. I don't consider myself a country hick, but I tell ya, walking around this fair made me think twice about it. Because I LOVED it so much! It showed me that we're influenced by things we don't even realize. And I also made note that a small town fair is quite the romantic setting...might show up in a future WIP. ;)

The fair is held every year to help support our town's volunteer fire department. A number of tree carvers throughout the Midwest were there changing tree stumps into works of art.

This one was one of my favorites, with the fire hose putting out the fire in the bucket. After they were carved they put them up for auction. Everything went to the fire department.

We park in a cornfield.

The band playing that night was a country band called Chasin' Mason. They're all the rage in Wisconsin. Probably because they're really quite good and a great looking group of guys. Their harmonies are perfect and they interact with the crowd flawlessly. Everyone had a great time.

It was hilarious because when my dad asked for a beer, they asked if he wanted a single can, a six pack or a whole case. We thought that was just too funny. Obviously these guys went for the case.

You should have seen the pyramid of cans they had by the end of the night...

My dad and I left the band for a little while to watch the softball game. It was a high scorer with five guys hitting it over the fence! And these were major league sized fields! Crazy...

We reminisced since I played on this field for ten years, my dad as our coach. (I never hit one over the fence though...)

And of course I saw about twenty people I hadn't seen for ten years which was wonderful. Just makes you realize how great of an impact every decision you make and person you touch has on your life as well as there's.  It's wonderful, isn't it? :)