Tag: Oregon Country Fair

Sacred orbs and bad-ass fiddle(r)s

The Oregon Country Fair is amazing

More sun, more music, more join-right-in parades, more good food and nice folks. More napping in the sun in Chella Mella meadow.

  • Bad-ass fiddler
  • Bad-ass ensemble
  • Bad-ass music making
Solemn procession to place the Orb of Something-or-Other
Musical silliness through the forest infinity loop
Bands, bands, so many bands
  • Fabulous ladies
  • Another fabulous lady
  • More fabulous ladies
…and parades

Bought lots of Christmas presents for the little-littles—bendy forest folk dolls, toy fishing rods, and more.

  • Sakumuna
  • Sakumuna
  • Sakumuna
  • Listening from the trees
  • Dancing at the Hoarse Corral

More wine and dancing that evening. This time with steak.

Hats at the fair: Mine, Amy’s and Dave’s

High Holy Days of Summer

Oregon Country Fair with Camping Extension, day 2

Not a camp day—Oregon Country Fair, day 1

Dave discovered that our rental had satellite TV, so we watched the World Cup semifinal while eating breakfast and preparing for the fair.

I wandered around the field-like yard harvesting weeds and a few branches of a purpose-planted variegated willow. I turned them into a nice wreath for Amy’s hat. Dave tucked a plumeria under his hat brim and I tied my pink and gold rosebud headband into a coronet. Bill was long-sleeved and long-trousered due to antibiotic induced sun sensitivity, but he enjoyed the Fair nonetheless.

Welcome to the Fair, my High Holy Days of Summer

Fairies and dragons and jugglers and musicians. Grandmas, mammas, and babies. Nerds, hippies, and who-knows-whats. They’re all at the fair and this year was no exception. The Oregon Country Fair–my High Holy Days of Summer.

  • Fairies
  • Ice cream smiles
  • Fabulous headwear
  • Dyads
  • Joy
  • Smiles
  • Happy bees
  • Dancers
  • Distainful bride
  • Beauty
  • An Ent
  • Sultry horn-ed godess

Like most years I ate well—avocado dreamboat, purple corn drink, yucca dough empanadas—yum!

Oh yeah, and Heather helped us park! I love it when two different spheres of my world touch.

  • At the Monkey Palace
  • You got to dance, dance, DANCE!
  • Got a soft spot in my heart for fiddler girls
  • Stiltdancing at the Monkey Palace
  • More fabulous headwear
  • Butterfly enjoying the fair

Back at the rental house at Benson Wine Company, we ate poke and danced–to a live band this time.

  • Dave. Apre Fair
  • Amy. Still ready to dance

Embarcation antics

Oregon Country Fair with Camping Extension, day 1

Last Wednesday Bill gave me a lesson in pulling Brave Horatio along after. He behaves very nicely, taking corners just about the same as LuluBelle. They’re a pretty sweet pair.

Bill had meetings Friday morning but I had the day off. Even though we were pretty well organized, I stopped at Fred Meyers after dropping him at work and bought a few last minute things. Picked Sarah up so she could take Max the Blue Meanie home for a luxury week with a non-human-powered vehicle. Hope she doesn’t get lazy.

Packed, checked lists, packed, and packed some more.

I started off to get Bill—late.

Had to swing by Sarah’s to rescue a state parks pass (that we didn’t need) from the blue car.

Finally picked up Bill about two.

Friday afternoon was gorgeous, lunch at Burgerville delicious, and the thought of Amy and Dave waiting at our rental with salad Nicoise lovely.

The little rental house at Bennett Vineyards & Wine Company was prefect!

We brought our salad Nicoise to the tasting room and danced to the DJ. (To be more accurate, mostly Amy danced, but she danced enough for all if us.)

Driveway into Bennett Wine Company