September 16, 2008
it was called a country fair, but really it was faux country, or maybe country lite. southlands, a local riding stable/club has extensive grounds in one of the nicest parts of the city. they hold an annual fair to raise money and publicize their efforts, including a great riding program for disabled kids.
it is a bit odd to be walking down city streets past multi-million dollar homes and dodging steaming piles of horse crap. A lot of houses in the area have a horse or three stabled in their yards, and riders clomp up and down the streets and trails with horsey abandon.
there were activities for kids, a mini-fairway, a white elephant sale (yes, i bought some books), a petting zoo, and a stage where we watched square dancers perform (they wear some wacky crinolines), followed by a couple in ponchos who warbled an off-key cover of la bamba. Later, there was a very stage-shy fiddler who played well, but refused to actually get on the stage to perform, preferring to lurk behind it, wandering around as he played. i liked him the best.
there were tons of spectators on a sunny day – kids, parents, the horsey set, dog lovers, a gentleman tanned the colour of toffee who (shirtless) proudly displayed his nipple rings which must have weighed about a pound each. my kids are (perhaps) a bit young to have entered the horse-crazy years, but they enjoyed it all the same. there was a hay fight.
the down side of the hay fight.
riding bouncy horses.
and real ones.
horse jumping, including a demo by a rider going over jumps with no hands! i mean, he had hands, but he wasn’t using them to hold onto the horse or the reins or anything. the man must have had thighs of steel.
a good day.