We actually got there a little too early and had to wait for the corn dog booth to open. No problem, we entertained ourselves with ribbon fries.

I had to stop by the alpacas, because you know, I need to coo at them and convince them to come home with me.

Other than that, we rode a few rides. Yay for rides! My rule is that I won’t ride anything that goes upside down, so the rides we rode were most scary only  if you noticed the rust stains, blankets concealing the inner workings of the rides, or  listened to the cranky noises of the machines– it’s all part of the charm. We had lots of fun and laughs, especially on the the Tilt-A-Whirl.

Paul called it quits on rides after that, so I went on the Parachute ride by myself. There’s something extra silly about riding a ride by yourself after a certain age, but oh well.

Paul also did some drawings while I people watched and took pictures, and then we ate one last (foot long) corn dog for good measure. It was close as Montana comes to Coney Island, and we had a great time.