1M Strong in Wisconsin

Would you believe me if I told you that more than ONE MILLION people traveled to the Wisconsin State Fair this year? It’s true. Just a few hours after I returned to Illinois my inbox chimed with the final count from Wisconsin State Fair Park: 1,012,552 fairgoers – the largest crowd since 1969 – over eleven days.

Other notable numbers posted from the outskirts of Milwaukee:
* 3200+ exhibitors participated in 2013 Fair Competitions
* 467,000+ lbs. of ice provided by Arctic Glacier for Fair vendors
* 62,000+ grilled cheeses made at the Real Wisconsin Cheese Grill
and my personal favorite:
* 387,000+ Original Cream Puffs made by the Wisconsin Bakers Association

So what the heck else is going on in Wisconsin that draws so many? Here’s what I observed while I was there, as an amateur fair-compare city-girl.

If you’ve read about my recent foray to Indiana, you know what I’m looking for in a fair: clean, easy to navigate, places to sit / cool down, excellent food and affordability.

Wisconsin has all of these things, and easily provided myself, three friends + a toddler with a fun Saturday. While the admission price was the same ($10), the parking was higher ($10 instead of $5). A shout out here for local hotel Radisson Milwaukee West, who drove us to the fair for free – so no parking or shuttle costs.

Interestingly, there is no theme. Indiana has spoiled me with it’s marketing scheme and thoughtful choice of commodity these past two years, so I was looking for something similar. One thing Wisconsin is loud and proud about is it cream puffs, in case you needed further evidence than the immense statistic above. You can order them to go, in 3’s or 6’s or dozens. You can buy them at the fair, indoors, outdoors, and at kiosks. They are delicious … so maybe that’s a theme.

Wisconsin is big on vendors – there are several places like the “World Cafe” where various artisans are selling their products, in addition to a huge expo hall (everything from windows to belts to mandolin slicers), and an avenue of booths behind the grandstand.

The other thing I noticed about this fair is the music. There is live music everywhere, on various stages and platforms. Know why there are so many? This is my own personal conclusion, but I’m going to go ahead and wager a guess it’s because they serve alcohol at this fair. You may remember that there is NO alcohol served in fair time in Indiana due to an ancient state law, but that is so not a problem in Wisconsin.

So what’s the connection? Many of the tents, booths and bars are sponsored by beverage labels. On the map of the fairgrounds there are 24 “Vendor Stages” – Budweiser Music Pavilion, Miller Lite Sports Bar & Grill, Saz’s Miller High Life Pavilion .. you get the point.  Miller Lite is the “official great taste of the main stage” which featured acts like Heart, Weird Al (!), Theory of a Deadman and Miranda Lambert.

On the Saturday schedule, there were over 40 acts booked on the vendor stages throughout the day. As the day turned into evening, it was like one giant happy hour. Our crew was happy to dine on the fried stuff, wander around, and head home for Madison around 9 p.m. Fried mac & cheese was my first and favorite at this fair, with fried pickles in a close second 🙂

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Indiana State Fair: In Pictures

Indiana State Fair, August 8, 2013

Behind the scenes: Indiana State Fair

It’s 10 a.m. and cloudy when I park my car in the lot directly across the street from the Indiana State Fair gates. Only $5, and easy to navigate, I present my complimentary ticket and pick up my phone to call Dave Shaw, Chief Operating Officer of the Indiana State Fair. A few minutes later, he swings by to pick me up in his golf cart and take me around the fairgrounds, explaining all the way. In the end Dave would spend two entire hours talking to me about everything from risk management to parking to event planning, while I asked countless questions and snapped away on my Nikon.

Indiana State Fair

Soy-powered tractors lead the way

Dave comes to the Indiana State Fair Commission from the entertainment industry – so less cows, and more stage acts. He is marketing savvy and extremely personable, stopping to chat with the State Police on the grounds, fist-bumping the parking attendant and calling out to fellow staff members by name. The ISFC does approximately 350 events per year, nearly one event per day. The full time staff is just under 100 employees, while the group increases dramatically with volunteers during an event as large as the State Fair.

We cruise under the stadium seating of the infield to catch up with an older gentleman, who is maneuvering his golf cart toward the ticket booths. Dave tells me that this particular employee is enjoying his 55th year of service as a State Fair employee. As startling as that may seem, it’s not uncommon. Throughout the morning we meet several other individuals who have given their lives to the State Fair, to the tune of 10 or 20 or 30 years. Some employees have been born here, others are just here because they love it. It’s easy to see why Dave is under the spell of the fair, and quickly pulling me under.

Indiana State Fair Midway

Indiana State Fair Midway

Dave points out his favorite pretzel stand, stops to pick up a wayward street cone and hops out of the still-running golf cart to grab a piece of trash and stow it in the back, explaining all the while. The underlying theme of an event like the fair comes back consistently to the state itself: Indiana farmers, artisans and members of the community are both recognized and valued when it comes to planning events and inviting participants. Many of the items sold on site are from Indiana or made with Indiana products.

The state even takes a big role in something most large events take for granted: alcohol. I hear the story of how back in the day a fairground strewn with glass bottles encouraged the state to write a law that forbade any alcohol to be served during fair time. Believe it or not, that law is still in effect today. Later in the afternoon I see petitions in the Indiana Wine and Beer section, where local brewers and vine owners call for the same attention their fellow farmers and growers have had for years: recognition for their work in the state. It must be noted that even without alcohol, a whopping 70,000 people still walked through the gates on the first Sunday of the fair.

Tradition

Tradition

There are several things that stand out to me about the Indiana State Fair:

* well organized, intuitive layout. There’s a lot to be said for 250 acres of fairgrounds, even easier to get turned around. But once you have a map in hand, or you hop onto one of the soy-powered tractors, it’s easy to find your way around the fair, from cattle barn to Midway to the infield.

* crowd control. On the main thoroughfare between animal barns and infield, there is a very simple median. In some places, it’s concrete with a small patch of grass and a few benches back to back and in other spots there are exhibitors like Ford or the local radio station. This isn’t random filler – this is intelligent design. Crowds filter on either side (with multiple food trucks on both sides) and allow for easy maneuvering of people, goods and vehicles (golf carts, tractors, and the like).

* clean, clean, clean. The 1000+ volunteers at the Indiana State Fair are organized, well identified, and numerous. I would wager a guess at least 1/4 of those volunteers are cleaning the fairgrounds in some capacity. These folks are spearing trash, emptying bins, cleaning the streets, and generally insuring that you will have a clean (and safe) experience. Nothing about a state fair is clean, but this place is. This includes the bathrooms, which are almost exclusively permanent restrooms, and not those towering rows of blue porta-potties.

* seats galore. With all that wandering and eating in the August sun, a body really needs a place to sit and cool down. There are plenty of places to rest your weary feet at the fairgrounds: benches outdoors, tables and chairs under portable tents. But the real gem is the indoor seating – most notable in the Agricultural Hall. I can’t guarantee all those people sat down to learn about honeybees, but they sure were enjoying the long wooden benches in the air conditioning.

Pioneer Village

Pioneer Village

* a throwback to history. For the most part, these fairs have been active for about 150 years. The Indiana fair takes it’s educational (and historical) aspects seriously. One of the best places to witness this is in Pioneer Village, a well constructed indoor / outdoor area that showcases traditional arts and labor. Pioneer Village is one of Dave’s favorite spots on the grounds, and he was happy to park the cart and walk me around the area, pointing out key employees and scenes: A woman baking donuts over an outdoor fire, farmers cutting wood with a steam-powered engine, a local sitting down for a shave and a hair cut at the barber, and traditional dress all around.

* connection to youth. Nowhere is this more apparent than the brand new Glass Barn, made possible in large part by Indiana Soybean Farmers. The intention of this building is to connect young kids to agriculture, in a whole host of ways. There is a competitive game called “uFarm,” a grocery store based model called “uEat” and my personal favorite: weGrow, an interactive look at the lives of local Indiana farmers. How? via videos of their farms, and actual live Skype calls several times a day. Dave noted some of the staff had to drive to the farms, install wi-fi and show farmers how to work an iPad – all in the name of agriculture.

Indiana State Fair

Glass Barn, weGROW exhibit

Some other items worth mentioning:
– The Indiana State Fair now has a Text Message Assist program that is monitored 24/7, and serves the purpose of answering fair-related questions quickly. I didn’t try it out for myself, because who needs it when you’re driving around with the COO?
– The Colisseum where livestock and their owners typically compete, is currently under construction. The good news is it’s not locked down – it’s sectioned off with large descriptive posters, images and videos so fairgoers can see what the new building will look like. Anyone can walk in to tour the facility to get a glimpse of the brand new steel, and read about the construction process.
– One of my most burning questions was about the fair theme itself, as I so enjoyed the Year of the Dairy Cow last year and now was wondering how The Year of Popcorn came to be. In sticking with Indiana crops and local commodities, Dave noted that each year a commodity is decided upon and promoted as part of the fair’s marketing scheme. This year, Pop Weaver is recognized as the main sponsor, and the kernels of this agreement are everywhere.

Year of Popcorn

The Year of Popcorn

– The Giant Popcorn Ball constructed with love and caramel to celebrate the Year of Popcorn was put together by a whole host of people, including Dave and his staff. Picture the ISFC accountants taking the morning off to glove up and tamp down pounds of popcorn. Team building! The ball weighs 6510 lbs and is over 24 feet in circumference.

Ending my morning with Dave in the Marketing office, I laugh at a stack of giant foam vegetables, a discarded blue ribbon half my height and an entire table full of trophies in the hallways. Here are hard working staff, and the debris of the fair. This is one of the longest running fairs in terms of actual days (16) and some of the staff stay in various apartments throughout the grounds. I wonder if that means funnel cake for breakfast?

Taking the tour of the fairgrounds with Dave and meeting many of his fellow staff, and seeing the priorities for such a huge event was a really eye-opening experience. I’m grateful to Dave for his time and his generous explanations to my many questions. Who knew this city girl could be so stoked about a state fair? Y’all come back now …

Full photo slideshow in the next post 🙂

Indiana State Fair

Blue ribbon winner, Cake Decorating

Butter Cow Chronicles

So several weeks ago, I got my fair feet wet in Indianapolis. And let’s face it, I was impressed. Exactly one week later, I was headed for Springfield, IL: ready for the Illinois State Fair.

After seeing both, I can pinpoint some basic differences and similarities between the two:

* The websites are a world apart, the IL fair is hosted on the state’s Dept of Agriculture home page and was last updated circa 1995. Free of branding, themes and general marketing it is the exact opposite of the well appointed Indiana State Fair page. We did some significant food-related research on Illinois’ food vendor list, and sadly several of the things we focused on were not actually at the fair (deep fried pizza, deep fried strawberries).

* Indiana’s fair seems larger, and the layout a bit easier to understand – more intuitive. We spent a lot of time walking back and forth at the Illinois fair, and had to make a concerted effort to find specific things. Whereas in Indiana I just made a gigantic loop and saw everything without trying.

*Admission fees were standard at both locations. In Indiana, I had to make a pit stop at a local CVS for a discount ticket ($7 instead of $10), and then pay $5 for parking in a lot directly across the street from the gate. In Illinois, we pulled up to a parking gate and were charged admission ($7 each) and parking ($7 also) at the same time. Both quick, easy and relatively cheap.

* Maps were provided at both fairs. Illinois a black and white photo copy, with all the day’s events. Indiana clearly put some marketing money into their color, sponsor-included, extensive program booklet. I received the booklet with admission, so it was not extra at the door.

* Cows and sheep and pigs, oh my! Plenty of livestock at both locations. Let’s be honest, that’s half the fun. The buildings were relatively similar but the layout in Illinois threw me off. At any rate, I was petting animals left and right at both fairs.

* With regard to livestock, I did keep an eye out for hand washing stations. In Indiana there were several full sink, soap and water, paper towel hand washing stations. This makes the farmers happy, the animals healthy, and the OCD moms very happy. Hell, it made me happy. I’m down with the snuffling pig but I don’t want to eat lunch with all that on my hands. Illinois did have hand sanitizer setups near the animals, but Indiana went the extra mile.

* Illinois had plenty of live music venues throughout the fairgrounds, and a surprise appearance by The Voice. Or at least, a tent promoting The Voice with dancers out front. Both Indiana and Illinois had big name music acts lined up for the evening entertainment. Demi Lovato was on the night we were in Illinois, and the line stretched on for days. Train played both fairs, although in Indiana his tickets were $70+.

* Both fairs had other well known attractions. The Illinois State Fair is best known for it’s life size cow carved from butter, which I assume is how the Year of the Dairy Cow folks in Indiana turned to cheese for their carving medium this year. A fun fact from @ILStateFair – we saw a sign that the butter was recycled, and I tweeted to ask for details. The response: “We freeze the butter and then use it again for the next year.” So don’t get your hopes up, you’ll never eat the butter from the butter cow. I did tweet @IndyStateFair to ask for details on the cheese, so stay tuned.

* Can you believe it took me this long to mention the food? I ate like a queen in Indiana for a quarter of the price. Although it’s not typical fair food, the Year of the Dairy Cows meant the Dairy Barn as a central fixture and a damn good deal on a large milkshake and grilled cheese sandwich (only $5). We picked our way along the fried food in Illinois – I walked away from a few choices because the prices weren’t equal to the food. My companion and fried food connoisseur noted that the frying back home in our little town of Bethlehem is far superior .. miss you, Musikfest! In the end, between us we managed fried girl scout cookies, fried green tomatoes, fried mac & cheese, nachos and corn on the cob. Holly gets credit for 90% of the fried food, as I played it safe. Missed opportunity: Red Velvet Funnel Cake.

Next year I suppose we’ll have to branch out to Missouri and Iowa, won’t we? Iowa does have deep fried butter. Enjoy the photos from Illinois!

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What the fair?

I left the house bright and early last Saturday, before 8 a.m. In several hours, I was pulling into the Indiana State Fairgrounds. I stopped at a nearby CVS to pick up a discounted admission ticket ($7) and parked directly across from the entrance for only $5. Already, this fair is more affordable than half the festivals I’ve been to.

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calf in the cattle barn

The traffic is thick and the sun is already hot, so I dip into the first building I see. Turns out it’s the cattle barn. The building is endless: long rows of gigantic cows, nestled up to the whirring fans in their faces. The area is wide open – no stalls or partitions. I could walk right up and say hello, but I’ve got no interest in the business end of these bovines. Next to each pair of cows, sits an entire family in various states of relaxation. They appear to be tailgating. There’s food, drinks, camp chairs and coolers. Every few feet I see a competitor, usually a teenager with a number pinned to their chest. I pass several folks who are cleaning their cows, some with a hose, others with a vacuum. Really.

vacuum

vacuum? blow dry?

Walking out into the competitor’s arena there are teenagers, children, adults leading livestock through the gates. They move on to the cattle call, and I head for the sheep. A boy of no more than ten races by pulling a neatly shorn sheep behind him. I pull open the door to the anteroom and to my right is a gift shop. “Wool for sale” says a sign on the table display, next to bags and bags of the stuff. Ribbons hang from various bags, decorating the collection and driving up the price. In the pens I see more naked sheep, sheep in blankets, sheep in coats. There are teenagers with rhinestone studded belts literally dragging their sheep by the ears through their paces in the arena.

sheep

sheep on the run

The pigs are nearby in their own area, and nearly every one is asleep. This barn is hot, and the fans are on high. I search for piglets but am unsuccessful. The pigs share the aisles with the people and I am nearly bowled over by a wide bodied pig, waddling ahead of it’s master in overalls and flannel. Stereotypes abound. I look for spiderwebs with profound predictions, but no dice. Charlotte is not present in Indianapolis.

pig

Wilbur?

Once I’ve made a circuit of the animals, I wander out onto the Main Street. A John Deere tractor rattles by with a sign proclaiming SOY BIODIESEL and carrying two long cars full of folks taking a spin around the fairground for $1. A tinny voice from the driver’s seat announces the monster truck racing in the stadium, and I veer toward the food tents.

fried

Fried what?

Fried everything. This is the stuff fairs are made of. Fried brownies, fried butter, fried bubblegum. And then, there’s pork. Indiana is apparently down with the pig, and patriotic Indiana Pork signs line the Pork Tent where all sorts of good smells are wafting out. The bubblegum sounded weird, but the donut burger made my eyes bug out. I steered toward the Dairy Bar and picked up a grilled cheese sandwich and a lemon chiller milkshake for a mere $5. (Later I would snack on a corn dog for $4 .. a waste.)

In honor of the Year of the Dairy Cow, one of the main attractions is the Dairy Barn. I followed the “Don’t miss the big cheese sculpture inside!” sign where I found a woman and her apprentice hard at work on several blocks of cheese. The design is drawn up on a nearby easel and promises an entire week of work. The crowd is full onlookers and photo snappers. The lead carver is wearing a mic and dictating her every move, making jokes with the crowd. My first thought was, that has to be extremely expensive. This was closely followed by, “where are the crackers? pass the wine.”

cheese

“under carvestruction”

I wander past the Midway, the land of rides and prizes and harried mothers. I see little ones with fistfuls of tickets and stars in their eyes, and I hustle toward the Horticulture building. In the basement I find the culinary prizewinners. Plated cookies for days, with ribbons and notecards. Clever cakes and thick slices of bread share space with preserves and Ball jars full of bright colors. The main floor is dedicated to blue ribbon vegetables, flowers, and honey. Beekeepers have come to town to explain their work, sell their wares, and they travel with the American Honey Queen and the American Honey Princess, complete with tiaras.

potbelly

not by the hair on my multiple chins

A passing thunderstorm drives the crowd indoors, and me into a 4-H building that feels like a science fair with posters and model rockets. At this point I’ve only seen half of the fairgrounds, and it’s been several hours. I consult the map and leave the building for the Family Zone and what I hope are baby animals. Everywhere there are hand washing stations and hand sanitizer. This makes me, my mother and the farmers very happy. Baby goats are chowing down on pellets from a machine, and calves are munching on handfuls of carrot handed out by volunteers. But the highlight is the pair of potbellied pigs snuffling around the pens eating just about everything. My grocery bill would be through the roof if I brought one home, but I am sorely tempted.

john deere

House? Tractor? Tough decision.

There are tractors with For Sale signs that cost more than a house ($250K+), and a Pioneer Town set up complete with cobbler and blacksmith. Go-karts are zooming in the distance and the CowTown set up is quite small, for the banner animal of the fair. But the row of stables on the end of my loop around the grounds made up for everything. Here were my mother’s favorites: horses. With their heads out of their stalls nosing for sugar cubes, they posed for pictures and stood still long enough to be admired by fairgoers. One of them was nibbling on my camera and shot me a look of disappointment when he realized it was clearly not edible.

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my ride home

A dance stage, a Ford giveaway area, and a long line of John Deere tractors led the way back to where I started. I stopped into a building I had missed on the first round, and found myself surrounded by alpacas and llamas (and no I don’t know the difference). Some of the animals looked so highly groomed they could have passed for poodles. Watching them walk with their owners and parade around yet another arena, I had settled onto a bench to rest my feet and heard the words “costume contest.” They weren’t kidding. I circled around the pens and within 45 minutes several of the animals were being trotted out in various forms of costume, many dressed to match their owner. A Flintstones pair, Dorothy & the Scarecrow, Woody & his horse. The winner stood in collared shirt, slacks, suspenders, tie and fedora next to a teenager dolled up as an old lady. Brilliant.

alpaca

the fedora & reading glasses really do the trick

It is fairly easy to get faired out, and I was exactly that by 6 p.m. Total expenses were under $20 for food, and there were plenty of freebies throughout the day (holler, Turkey Hill ice cream). Some startling exhibits I could have done without: live spay / neuter surgery on a cat and live birthing of a calf. Even the most curious of kids were saying “MOM. What is THAT” for both of these graphic processes. Otherwise, the fair was everything I thought it might be. In fact, it was cleaner than I thought and certainly much bigger than I originally anticipated.

This weekend I’ll go to Springfield for the Illinois State Fair, for the sake of comparison and for a fried food binge with Holly. One is more important than the other.

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Thanks, Indiana State Fair!