With country music blaring from most
speakers, a slew of vendors, the smell of good food wafting through the air,
and a large display of my county’s talent and culture the fair had a little bit
of something for everyone. Of course, that is if you like a more rural culture.
The county I live in is very
agriculture minded. The rolling hills of this part of Virginia are filled with
pastures, crop fields, and horse estates. The farms sprawl out across the
majority of my county only being broken up the occasional town and state parks.
In this respect, I’ve always considered my county akin to some of the Shire. We
certainly can have a culture much like the Shire at times. All in all, I only
walked 3.16 miles (5 km) today, but that’s ok since I was taken today off
to go see the fair.
Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry at this
point have also stopped for good food. Laden with scrumptious parting gifts
from Tom Bombadil and Goldberry, the hobbits have quite the spread for lunch.
After enjoying a leisurely break, the hobbits drift off for an afternoon nap.
However, this proves disastrous as they wake to find a trapping fog descending
on them. And to add insult to injury, the setting sun disappears from view into
the white sea of fog to leave the hobbits in a cold and clammy darkness.
Nevertheless, the hobbits press on not fully knowing what direction they were
going in nor what dangers lay ahead.
The Road Goes Ever On and On,
~ Daisy Buttons
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