Nah. Not yet. But I saw a man wearing a t-shirt that read, "Don't Like Logging? Wipe Your Ass With a Spotted Owl"

"This Land is My Land, This Land is My Land", apparently.

Nah. Not yet. But I did see some highly suspicious racing. And rain; buckets of it.

Wherein, jockey Amber Dickinson rules, while McChump drools.

View to the southwest: Beer Garden, and grandstand. Many fine beers were encountered in that beer garden. Many perished that hot, dusty day.

Paddock area. That's Amber Dickinson, my new favorite jockey, there in the white jockey pants and sports bra, though this crummy camera does the situation no justice, either right now, or all afternoon long. Amber was everywhere, saddling horses, walking horses, riding horses - she was running that show. And every minute of it, especially every minute she spent in the paddock hustling around with not much on due to the heat, she looked divine. I wasn't the only guy hanging around the paddock when there was really no good reason to be there. Girl jockeys usually don't affect me any (except all those cuties at Ft. Erie), but this one ... well, she's my new favorite jockey.

A groovy paddock shot. Not sure where Amber is at this point.

Amber in the post parade, on some horse.

Not sure if there is any Amber content in this one.