Spent the last few days in Minnesota hanging out with family. Especially fun times were to be had at “The Great Minnesota Get Together.” Otherwise known as the State Fair.
Lowe getting Grandpa to bust out the wallet. Smart kid.
One minute they were watching Grandpa and Lowe, and the next…
Aunt Katy is about the last adult that is willing to go on the spinner rides—the rest of us have lost the stomach for those. Ouest will always love Katy for this fact alone.
Every year we are those jerks that the go-kart ride operators have to yell at for the entirety of our five laps on the track. The racing gets intense. This year, in a race that will live on through the generations, my nephew, Curt, took out Grandpa in the final lap after shadowing him for the entire race. He completely spun him out, to the point that they had to run out onto the track to stop other racers from t-boning him. During post-race interviews Curt admitted it was payback for Grandpa putting him into the wall the year before. I salute Curt for completing and winning his one-year grudge-fest.
This girl was taking no prisoners either—even with her little boy in the car.
More spinning rides.
Getting ready to leave the fair, hours later than we had expected to be. Still the best State Fair out there.