The Colorado State Fair, in a word, blows. Having come from Minnesota where the State Fair is second only to the Virgin Birth, Colorado's version is always a letdown. We knew this going in, though, so our expectations were pretty low. The kids had a great time, which was important.
Z somehow spoke the goose's language and could get it to honk at him.
Panning for gold. It was hot that day and sticking our arms in the water was actually a relief.
The Lego station where you could build and exchange H1N1 germs. .
We were tired by mid-afternoon and took a break on the Beef Cart.
This picture cracks me up. All three kids sitting in rapt attention at the goat judging.
Carver and Zinabu waiting in line for a turn in the hamster balls.