Every year at this time, a steady line of patched together, overly packed trucks, with ill-fitting campers role into town. And with that comes a slight growth of the local population. A very interesting group, one that is not concerned with fitting in, or looking cool. Building the amusement rides with little more than a hammer and pipe wrench, stopping to turn and whistle or hoot at any female over 12. These are interesting times indeed... With all of that said, there is still something magical, in the early mornings at the fairgrounds.