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Late summer and fall are agricultural fair seasons in Maine and on a beautiful sunny day the husband and I decided to take a drive northwest to check out one we’d never visited before.

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Located in Dover Foxcroft…

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The Piscataquis Valley Fair was very small.

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But it had an impressive building filled with a large collection of fire fighting memorabilia.

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The disembodied Smokey the Bear head was a trifle disturbing..

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But these old pull along pumps were fascinating. Can you imagine putting out your burning house with that?

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The husband was checking out the patches, but all I could see was the Happy Hooker. Limitless marketing opportunities there…

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Random giant carved fish?

Check.

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Award winning art and Maine centric photography?

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Check.

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I had to laugh that even here I couldn’t escape the pickles…

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And some extremely unappetizing carrots.

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Did my husband find people to chat with? Boy howdy, did he ever.

Over 40 minutes were spent learning about invasive, non native water plants choking Maine lakes and streams.

Do we live on a Maine lake or stream? No. But we learned how to identify the evil greens all the same.

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Another half hour was spent talking to an old farmer about rusted machinery and equipment.

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I was tempted to remark on the unfortunate company name on this one, but I didn’t have the heart.

And yes, that second letter is a worn off O.

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