Tuesday, October 02, 2007


Perhaps you don’t know what the title of this blog means.  You must not be from south-eastern Ohio, which is where Coshocton (both the county and the town) can be found.  My housemate Patience hails from Coshocton, and this past weekend was the start of the Coshocton County Fair.  She persuaded our whole house plus two other friends to make the six hour road trip for a day at the fair, and it was so worth it.  We left as soon as everyone was free on Friday afternoon, which was a little past 3:30.  We were hoping to make it to Coshocton in time to go to the fair yet that evening, but since it closed at 10, we didn’t quite make it.  It wasn’t for lack of trying to make it though: we were maybe half an hour outside of Grand Rapids when we noticed a car driving right alongside us.  It was a state trooper who was mouthing the words “Slow Down” to us!  The funny part was that after he made sure we got the message, he sped up and passed us!  We were only going 73 mph in a 70 mph zone, too, so our speed was not reckless.  I have never had anything like that happen before (neither of us had) and the oddity of the situation made us laugh.  We had a great car trip…lots of singing along to songs from our middle school years, learning from Patience about the areas we were driving through, and general conversation that was unweighed down by concerns about school.  Most of us had/have at least two tests this week, but we were taking Friday night and Saturday off from school anyway.  We made a couple of stops for food and gas, but still made good time.

Friday night we roasted marshmallows in Patience’s backyard with her parents and one of her friends from high school before going to bed and sleeping better than I’ve slept in awhile.  Saturday morning we slept in (I hadn’t woken up naturally since school started).  Patience’s dad made us waffles for breakfast, which we paired with fresh, local Honeycrisp apples.  We didn’t leave for the fair until almost noon because we had to take lots of pre-fair pictures.  We decided to dress for a county fair, so all of us wore plaid shirts except Laura, who sported overalls.  Jill even wore two-inch heel cowboy boots.

We probably could have walked the mile and a half to the fair, but we drove, knowing that we’d be tired by the end and needing to get on the road (we were planning to spend that night in Ann Arbor, MI with Lindsey’s family).  It only cost $7 to get in to the fair, and that included all the rides.  Since we had just had breakfast we decided to do the rides first.  Jill and I went on the Ferris Wheel while Marie, Patience, Lindsey, and Laura went on the “Zero Gravity” ride, which spins you fast enough to plaster you to the side of the circular room with centrifugal force and then spins the room vertically.  Jill and I were not inclined to try it, but the others seemed to enjoy it.  Here they are exiting after the ride.

We also rode most of the other rides, including the one that leaves you hanging upside down for a second or two as it goes in a vertical circle.  That was probably all of our least favorite, but I thought it was still fun. 

After finishing the rides we wandered for a bit, looking for which fair food we would each choose.  Marie ended up with a funnel cake, Jill with an elephant ear, Laura with a snocone, Patience with fried pickles, and Lindsey and I got fresh-made fries.  Everything was really fatty and really good.  :) 
Next it was time to take a look at the entries in the various contests.  We saw cows, sheep, goats, bunnies, and horses.

We saw prize-winning cakes, photographs, and gift-wrapping.  Yes, this fair had a gift-wrapping contest.  From what I could tell the awards were given based on neatness of wrapping and ingenuity of design.

Everything was so quaint and Charlotte’s Web-esque, right down the “the Silver Liners,” a line-dancing group of senior citizen ladies, and the many community members who stopped to watch them perform.

It was so nice to take a break from school, too.  I had two tests last week, and two more this week, so with all the studying I’d been doing lately I had hardly had time to see my friends.  When I lived on a floor with my friends, it was easy to see them.  I’d run back to my room during the day, eat in the dining hall, spend th evening hanging out on the floor and I’d see people all the time.  Now we have to make a concerted effort just to see each other.  I see my housemates fairly regularly, but I’m not even home more than a few hours each evening.  I leave for school at 7:40 every morning and I stay on campus until at least 5 every evening.  Most evenings I don’t get home before 7.  So having all that time to just hang out with my friends and not worry about having to run to class or do homework or leave to go home sometime was really nice.  What a relaxing, fun weekend.  If only they could all be like that.

Posted by Emily MacLeod on 10/02 at 02:51 PM

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