But once a year, the hordes meander the roads of Grabill forking over dollars for apple dumplings, leather knick knacks, and other amish made trinkets. I lived in this town for the first half of my childhood, and I absolutely loved it. I go back because I love the simple way of life and smell of horsespit.
Ross is mezmorized.
I fell to the mezmorizing aura of the fair food too.
I guess these folks didnt like me photographing them =T
You cant go to the Grabill Fair without picking up a few bags of freshmande caramel corn!
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