Few things make me feel more at home than Frontier Days. I’ve gone every year for as long as I can remember–first as a child for the rides; then as a teen for the boys; then as 20-something for the beer tent and the bands; now as a mother to smile and wave to my children as they turn in circles on little cars and trains.
I love the sun, the smell, the dust, the lights. And I never fail to run into a friendly face. Enjoy some photos from my hometown carnival.
Plus, where but at a carnival can you get “Red Neck Wineglasses”?