One of the things they had going on was helicopter rides. We did not go up in it, but Peeper was fascinated, and pointed it out every time it took off and landed.
Our first real activity of the evening was a ride on replica of a Conestoga wagon.
Then we went over to the agricultural display.
Peeper loooooved these little fruit trees. The fruits (apples, pears and peaches) were attached by velcro, and the kids could "pick" them and put them in the basket. I thought we were never going to drag her away from them!
. . . goats . . .
During the ride, we got to see some more of the venue that we'd not gotten to before.
According to the newspaper, they host weddings here. I'm guessing this is where the hold them.
And then she tried to eat her shoe. Her four-year-old friend was much more concerned about it than we were.
And then she tried to steal a traffic cone from the launch zone. I took several photos of her wrestling with it, but for some reason this one just seemed like the best.
As we were walking back toward the exit, Peeper signed "more" and pointed at what looked like one more balloon, about half inflated.
Unfortunately, it wasn't another one about to launch, but it did turn out to be our last activity of the evening.
It was a balloon that was laid on the ground with one side cut open and then inflated, like a bouncy house.
They had a bunch of beach balls inside and kids were pretty much just running around kicking and throwing them. The bigger kids were being pretty good about staying in the "top" of the balloon, though, and leaving the "bottom" for the little folks. Peeper had a blast in there, too.
Outside, they had a balloon basket set up for photos.
We asked the ticket girl to take our picture, and said, "We're going to stand back here and make it look like we're inside."
She said, "Oh, you can get in it."
Balloon basket are about four feet high and do not have doors.
"No we can't," we said.
"Sure you can," she told us, "You can put your hands up here . . . " and pointed to the brackets that holds the burner, which is about six feet off the ground. I'm not sure either of us could reach it, let alone use it to hoist ourselves over the side of the basket.
"No, we're old. We'll just stand here, thanks."
I wish they'd had some sort of a step-stool, because I would've liked to have climbed in it, but I think the photo came out pretty good, anyway.
Then, one more trip past the vendors and the big fountain out front, and we were on our way home.
Amazingly, she stayed awake through the twenty-minute drive home, and long enough to play for a while, get a bite to eat and have a bath before the whole big adventure caught up with her.