Run. Jump. Splash.

It's Grange Fair time in Central Pennsylvania. With my grandparents, I tent for 10 days in America's largest tenting encampment - it's a family tradition. We have a nice little living situation; beds, kitchen cabinet, table, chairs and lots of delicious cookies (carrot cookies are my favorite). It's a huge ordeal - very country, very "heart of america". I think there are close to 1000 tents and probably twice as many campers. My grandparents have been doing this for over 35 years. Wow. Detailed information can be found here.

Anyway, tonight the fair is flooding. It's been raining all day; raining squirrels and chipmunks. I'm wet. My grandparents are wet. Our tent neighbors are wet. Our heater is failing us. There is inadequate water drainage. Yet, there is free WiFi; I am astounded.


My Pap and I went puddle jumping this afternoon. We "had a blast" as my mother would say. He marched through the puddles like a happy kid in galoshes. I laughed. I attacked the puddles with silly madness. There is something incredibly satisfying about puddle jumping.

On Friday night, I brought my housemate, Karen, my friend, Nicolas, and his roommate Mike, to the fair. Between the four of us, we ate hot sausage, milk shakes, pulled pork, soup in a bread bowl, cinnamon ice cream, apple dumplings, peach dumplings and lemonaide. Fair food is wonderful. I think they were amazed at the size of the place; this "ain't no regulaar cuntry fair, no siir."