A guest post by Blair Stringam.
Growing up on the ranch meant that we were busy.
Very busy.
We didn’t often get to visit the (pop. 39,000) Big City–the
happening place for shopping or recreation.
In the summer we especially had little free time. Instead,
we spent our days baling hay, building and/or fixing fence, herding cows and if
we were lucky swimming in the river.
The big exception was when we traveled to the city for the summer
fair. Of course, that usually meant we were accompanied by a handful of our
best bulls, cows and heifers that took up most of our time with their washing,
cleaning, combing and feeding. And show days that, if said bulls/cows/heifers
placed well, would net us a colorful ribbon or two that we would proudly hang
in our stalls. And later, our walls.
Still, the fair was a great diversion from the normal daily
routine of the summer.
A visit to the fair also meant that we would be able to glimpse
all the latest in farm equipment, walk through the crafts displays and most
importantly, hit the midway—that place with the wonderful food (let’s not
mention nutritional qualities) and the most exciting rides. Well…exciting for a
ranch kid that had heretofore been engaged in normal ranch kid activities (see
above).
I especially remember a visit to the fair when I was 10
years old…
It has been a fun few days, but, our much-anticipated trip to the fair was coming to a close.
We were spending the afternoon of that final day in the midway trying to enjoy
all that we could before resuming the daily routine back at the ranch (see
above. Again).
This year, it just so happened that we were getting pelted
with cloud bursts throughout the afternoon thoroughly dampening an otherwise exciting
midway experience. We had been mostly able to keep out of the rain because many
of the rides had large canvas canopies to keep their riders dry.
Now, this summer, the most desirable ride was called the SnowBobs. It was decorated with pictures and structural highlights featuring bobsleds being pulled through the snow by horses; with a number of actual 'sleds' positioned in a sloping loop beneath--those that would hold two people (for the romantic experience) or those that would take 6. Maybe. If you were skinny.
Once everyone was securely seated, the ride would start and
the sleds would run around the loop with the latest hits blasting from very
loud speakers.
I should probably point out that riding a bobsled behind a horse in the winter is a
different experience. For one thing, it is quiet. Peaceful. (And this was pre-boom-box,
so listening to the latest hits was not possible.) But we didn’t care about the
major disconnect. For us, the music was great and the ride was exciting.
By the end of the afternoon, I had spent all of my midway
money and was waiting for my siblings by the bobsled ride with my equally-broke
cousin. I knew that when they (said siblings) finished their ride, we would be
going back to the cattle stalls to load our large pets into the cattle trailer
and head for home. Our adventure at the fair was swiftly drawing to a close.
Sigh.
It was at that moment the sky opened up.
All the kids standing around quickly bought tickets and got
on the bobsled ride, leaving my cousin and me standing out in front. Getting
soaked.
Even if we could buy tickets, the ride looked like it was filled
beyond the legal limit.
We had to just wait and hope that the rain would stop.
It didn’t.
Suddenly, a big long-haired guy came running down to the
front of the ride and yelled at my cousin and me to get on.
We happily and quickly obliged, walking around sleds that looked
already overloaded.
Then we found my older siblings, who quickly made space for
us. (Like I told you: Skinny!)
But, for now, it was raining, my older siblings were allowing me, their annoying younger brother, to participate and I was listening to the music: American Women, Magic Carpet Ride, Bad Moon Rising, Born to be Wild, Run Through the Jungle, etc., and enjoying the ride.
The memory might be just as much fun as the actual day (and far less wet).
ReplyDeleteI was worried when I got on the ride because I was so wet from the rain that no one would let us sit on the sled.
DeleteI am so jealous of the life you all led. It sounds so lovely.
ReplyDeleteIt was fun until I had to bale hay everyday for much of the summer.
DeleteGreat soundtrack to a great adventure!... Laurie Stone
ReplyDeleteI have most of those songs in my music collection. They get turned up when they are played.
DeleteWhat a memory that day became for you!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was young I couldn't wait to grow up. Now I as I remember some of the things that I did in my youth, I wish I was back there.
DeleteSometimes there's that one moment that lasts forever.
ReplyDeleteWhen ever I hear one of the songs from that day I find myself reflecting back.
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