Every October, like clockwork, I start counting down the days to return of crisp evenings (it’s well-known the Fair brings in the cooler nights to Pensacola), the smell of sawdust, and that first glorious turkey leg – big enough to require its own seat at the table. I mean, where else is it perfectly acceptable to eat a footlong corndog followed by deep-fried Oreos and no one bats an eye?
But it’s not just about the food- it’s the animal exhibits, the arts and crafts vendors, the concerts that echo into the night, the merry-go-round’s constant carnival music, and yes—even the pungent smell of the livestock barns. The midway come alive in a way that’s hard to describe unless you’ve been there yourself: spinning rides swirling overhead, neon lights reflecting in wide eyes, kids begging their parents for “just one more ride,” friends running into each other on the midway, and the smell of sugar, grease, and hay in the air. It’s chaos, it’s wonderful, and it’s tradition.