I saw tents and turned down the next side street. I could resist the idea of Trapper Days in a town I had never seen before.
The fair appeared to be winding down as all that was left was a table selling kitchen knives and some strawberry lemonade.
I could hear music in the far end so I walked down. There was not a single person in the crowd, but there were probably some inside the Pizza Hut convieniently located directly next to the stage.
I'm pretty sure when they arrived in carriages, this is what they dreamed of for Murica the great.