On Monday, we drove to Fryeburg, ME. We went now because the Fryeburg Fair was in progress. We also went to visit Marge and Jack and Emily, Dennis, and Connor (Jim's cousins and family). We spent most of Tuesday and Thursday morning at the fair (it rained on Wednesday), and we took a scenic drive home through northern New Hampshire.
To be or not to be:
The fair itself has all the standard midway attractions and plenty of food opportunities (more on this later from CL).
But it's all the agricultural and crafts exhibits that we really enjoy visiting.
This is he, but we didn't see him walking tall, walking, or even moving while we were there.
This was a fascinating sport we hadn't seen before -- lawn tractor pulling. The weight being pulled was several times that of the lawn tractor plus driver, and the tractors don't have locked or limited slip differentials. The driver gets traction by bouncing on the seat, and he gets several inches each bounce. The tracks show how far he's gone, in this case a full pull.
When we got back to Mr. Toad on Tuesday, he looked as if he'd been neglected for months, but this was just one day's deposit of needles.
A couple pictures of Emily and Dennis' house. It's getting difficult to come up with superlatives for the wonderful places we've stayed. This B&B offers wonderful hospitality, entertainment, and food (Dennis is known far and wide for his lasagna).
No idea where or who this is, but Mr. Toad likes to consider anywhere with twisties part of his acres.