We were hanging out in some little town southwest of St Louis when we started talking to a couple outside a cafe. It turned out they were cyclists too, and had flown their cub planes to a local airfield (a mowed section of cornfield) to get lunch in town. They offered to take us up, so Cat, Christine, and myself each got a 15 minute ride in the back.
A mile down the road we came across a county fair where we spent the rest of the day. Families raised pigs, chickens, and cows, and then they were auctioned off for charity. Below is a 9 year old manhandling a full grown pig at the auction.
And this gem