Today Laurel and I made our annual pilgrimage to a 60's vibe (decade, not our ages) via the time machine of the marvelous Oregon Country Fair. It's held on beautifully wooded grounds near Veneta, outside of Eugene.
If you've never been, go! Wherever you live.
A few days ago Laurel flew home after visiting friends in Wisconsin. On the plane to Portland, she sat next to a woman from Iowa who was going to spend all weekend at the fair.
There's nothing like it anywhere in the United States, for sure.
Another large bird looked rather ominous. But I never saw it try to peck anyone. Love and gentleness prevail at the fair. Every time I bumped into someone, both of us said "Sorry." Politeness abounds.
Yes, there is security. But it's as wild and wacky as everything else at the fair. I'm sure some problems arise. However, we've never seen anyone even raise their voice in anger, much less act angry. Flower power!
Father Nature and his two female vixens had just finished posing more formally for another photographer. I caught them relaxing afterward. They picked a great background. When I first glanced at the photo, I thought the guy had disappeared somehow.