August means festivals in Montana: music, rodeos, fairs, and the like. The air is hot and thick with smoke. But most of the time that doesn’t discourage anyone from partaking (except in the most extreme of circumstances). Mid-month in Kalispell means one thing for this county and that’s the Northwest Montana Fair. It reminded me of the fair we always went to when I was a child back east… the buildings of animals and rows of preserves and fresh fruits and vegetables up for judging. There are days of animal auctions and rodeos that remind you that it is different here. That and the sort of main street of food vendors, their savory scents wafting through the air, that made me wish I hadn’t eaten before. And of course, there is the carnival. I’m not one for rides, but the glow of neon is unmistakable and a hallmark of summer.