There are so many fairs and festivals in Maine that you could attend one every weekend from Memorial Day through Columbus Day, if you were so inclined. When M was small, I think tried to hit them all--he developed his terror of farm animals when a cow mooed at him at the Pittston Fair when he was one; he was traumatized by a man on stilts dressed like Elton John and carrying a honking goose puppet at the Gardiner Festival and Antique Car Parade when he was two (the next week, at the Whitefield Fourth of July Parade, he asked if there would be any "tall men," I assured him there wouldn't and then was proved a liar when two Uncle Sam's on stilts marched by. What are the chances?); I was traumatized by the gross commercialism, militarism (the National Guard always has a major presence), junk-food-ism, and religious proselytism at the Kids' Day in Augusta.
These days we avoid most of the other offerings, but make sure to hit the Fiber Frolic in June and the Windsor Fair in September (mostly for the maple cotton candy). The Frolic is my favorite Maine fair--no noisy midway, no crowds, lots of cute animals, good food and beautiful fiber. Due to the damp weather, we did not spend quite as much time frolicking this year as we did last year (and the sheep dogs, sadly, did not come), but we had a good time:
watching llamas leap
and ice cream (and fried dough).
I came home with just a little bit of wool roving--some bright, fun colors.
Not sure what I'll do with it, but I think I'll try something different than the birds.
Hope you had a frolicking good weekend!