You can call it five different music acts — six if you count the musical comedy, a theme here, of Ole and Elmer — in seven or thus eight different performances. Then add muttin busting and a diaper dash, simultaneously, and much more, and you’ve got the St. Croix County Fair!

The St. Croix County Fair is several music acts and more, and various variety of every type you can imagine that’s hard to beat, and here are selected activities over in Glenwood City. (For a thorough breakdown, see the two posts below).
First of course, lets start with the music:
— The Whitesidewalls rock N roll review, 7 p.m. on Friday at Croix Court.
— The Weekenders classic rock, 7:30 p.m. on Friday at the Tiffany Creek Pavilion north of the horse arena, (yes there are two bands playing at one time!).
— String Showdown challenge, with three shows for your buck, (no wait as all music is free), at 1 and 3 and 5 p.m. on Saturday.
— Blue Moon Drive, honky tonk classic country, 7:30 p.m. on Saturday at the Tiffany Creek Pavilion. (See more on them below).
— The Memories musical variety show, 8 p.m. on Saturday at Croix Court, and they will also help lead a non-denominational church service at 8 a.m. on Sunday.
These are some of those other, as stated, selected activities of the many during the weekend:
— Muttin Busting and Boot Scramble, and also the diaper dash, both of them, at noon on Saturday.
— George of the Jungle with comedy, music and juggling, at 2 and 4 p.m.
— Ole and Elmer, (yes more musical comedy with Swede theme), 1 p.m. on Sunday, and also the Fairest of the Fair at 2 p.m. Sunday, both of them, at Croix Court.
Lastly, a Blue Moon Drive breakdown, as they hail from Roberts, which is pretty darn close to Glenwood City.
Blue Moon Drive is heavy on the cowboy hats, honky tonk style, at least half of the men sporting those that are black. Johnny Cash vibes?
There will no doubt be killer sightings of their trademark koozies. Not just cross-county and a bit more, as in Prescott, and Little Yellow River, but at times cross-country and cross-continent, transported all the way from Juneau, Alaska.
There is much more to meet the eye, and for the rest of the story see the fair’s website.

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