Brian's class wasn't until 3:00, giving him plenty of time to hang out with the draft horses and their peeps. Brian likes to drive, but he probably likes "belonging" even more. Don't worry; he has to help with chores, too.
|With Sugar, one of the Clydesdales he drove last year|
|Filling water buckets|
|I would have napped, too, if I could've; I didn't sleep much Monday night|
Finally it was show time. Brian informed me early on that I was "bumped" from riding shotgun to heading the team in the line-up. Fine by me; I could take more pictures that way!
|Looking so confident and capable!|
|In the warm-up arena|
|In the show ring with Claire and Willy|
That was a happy Pittie – and much cooler than we were (it was HOT!).
There were two things on my State Fair shopping list – a falafel sandwich and a new $5 pair of sunglasses to replace my broken ones. I also ended up with a pretty little dress from India for a nice little price. I had stopped to admire it, tried it on over my clothes, then started to walk away. I wasn't trying to dicker, but when the vendor dropped the price twice in quick succession, how could I refuse? ;-)
Since we drove two vehicles to Salem, I was able to leave before Rick could (Brian, of course, wanted to stay as long as possible). That gave me a chance to ride my pony for the first time in many weeks; it was a great ending to a great day.
That's it for now from . . .