It's killing me to post a storm damage photo about the York Fair, since the fair is one of the highlights of my year--and yours too, probably. But not to worry.
The storm hit the fair quick as a lightning bolt, but fortunately without all the big time damage. The 60-mile per hour winds twisted a few signs, made some of the smaller tents into kites and forced a few venders to slog through ankle deep water.
But, with York Countian's usual tenacity, the water and twisted tent poles didn't keep the fair turned off for long.
The funnel cakes at Shorty's were being fried up again as the tent next door was still laying flat on the ground. The baked potatoes never got cold and the corn dogs, well, corn dogs are as delicious cold as they are warm anyway.
Let the games begin-- again.
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