Sunday morning at the fairground was pretty quiet. The majority of events had taken place on Saturday, and with the threat of more stormy weather, many of the booths had packed up early. Every few spaces, the tents gave way to a patch of grass, marked in orange spray paint with the name of a missing vendor. The only events scheduled before noon were Cowboy Church, an antique tractor display, another anvil shoot, and the meat show, which meant more Boer judging. In truth, by this point we were a little goated out. We still laughed when we passed an open trailer whose doors appeared to read "Caution: Show Goats on Oats." We still marveled at the immensity of the Boer bucks, their massive chests and gnarled horns lined up for judging. But, as we rolled up our tent and scrounged for a breakfast funnel cake, we were about ready to go.