But once in the fairgrounds, it brings to mind a "tent city" since it is too early for anyone to be selling anything and too early for anyone digging through their wallet for a purchase.
It was quiet, and actually a little bit eerie.
But, by the time I along with a few other Rotarians had cracked upwards of 2,000 eggs and I left the 4H kitchen, the place was coming alive. 
Merchandise was going on display . . . the rich, heady smell of real leather wafting by me. 
And the glittering rainbow of colors of beads caught my eye at every turn. Oh, how I love shiny things. 
But, I saw this Harley pig rider and actually had to backtrack a couple steps. So even a big, bad, strong Harley rider needs his comfort level . . . ah-h-h-h. 
Oh, and there aren't just motorcycles here. Check this out. The fellow quickly jumped off his "bar stool" and allowed me to snap as many pictures as I wanted to.Be sure to come back tomorrow . . . I'll post more pictures. Maybe even some of the most outrageous motorcycles I can find.
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