Where North Idaho gathers — This is our fair
Jordan
There is a moment every August when I know we're finally there.
The barns are full. The midway is humming. Somewhere a steer is being washed, an exhibitor is checking to see if a ribbon is hanging beside the photograph they entered, and a train car full of kids passes by, their laughter carrying with them.
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