Everything you've heard about the Iowa State Fair is true.
The food is huge and fried. There are blue ribbons for the biggest boar, the best yodeler, the grower of the longest beard, the baker of the tastiest cinnamon rolls -- pretty much anything that can be judged has a prize. And every four years, presidential wannabes swarm in like flies to get a jump on Iowa's first-in-the-nation caucuses.
Most visitors treat it like a pilgrimage, with a to-do list of traditions. See the Butter Cow. Eat a corn dog. And, for me, ride the Sky-Glider with my feet dangling over the grand concourse.