Jeffery and I wended to Woodland, where they have the Sacramento Scottish Games at the Yolo County Fairgrounds. We've been many times, and shown photos here, but here are some more. We love this festival perhaps the most of all, for it combines all the elements of the various festivals we love. Music, dance, men in kilts, medieval garb and games, plus athletics, bagpipes, animals, fair food, and more.
The other beautiful thing that happened is; I left my camera there at the Games. When I got home and realized it, I found the number to the Lost and Found, called it, and the nice Lady Janice who was there with the Caledonia Club that hosts the Games, vowed to send it. Clearly, she did as she'd said, because here are my photos! Thanks Janice! I've been helpless without it!
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| We enter the Scottish Games |
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| I am the first contestant to hurl the haggis. It flew 36,6 feet, The winning lady hurled her haggis 81 feet, |
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| Jeffery hurled the burrito-like parcel of haggis 54 feet. The winning man hurled his 112 feet. |
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| men in attire |
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| lassies dancing |
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| in the falcon demonstration, this large owl was the first to be shown to us. He was huge, and didn't care for the bagpipe music. |
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| this lady walked her hawk around the fields for all to get a good look at. |
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| They flew the hawk and I happened to be behind and zoomed-up on this trainer. |
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| here's both girl and bird to show no harm |
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| this hawk is a desert hawk, with particularly long legs and a funny turkey-like gait that they had the hawk do for us. |
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| in the Old Town part of the Games, we could greet the Queen. Many youngsters did this happily. |
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| bright scene |
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| the Parade at noon |
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| I'm going to show you a good amount of this parade |
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| I'd be happy to have the pretty outfit this lassie is wearing. |
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| love the sleeves! |
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| lots of youth participants in the Gunn Clan section |
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| one of the hawks over in the Scottish animals area |
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| falcon, if memory serves |
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| Mac, the 11 year old wee hairy beast |
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| we finally found and purchased an affordabe utility-kilt for Jeffery |
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| the helmet is just so "him" |
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| trying on chain mail requires assistance |
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| Jeffery is bedecked, and the gear is heavy |
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| this laddie was a game sport. he donned the extra apparel, weighing him down even more, and then the red-headed fellow chased him around the camp to show him how it felt to be a medieval soldier. |
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| Time for a series of caber toss photos. The caber (pole) is uprighted for the contestant, who must pick it up, carry it, and fling it completely up and over so it's other end lands and the pole tips over. We saw one guy fling the caber up and hit the tip, but it fell back towards him, so it didn't count. |
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| there, he has picked up the caber; phew! |
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| the previous fellow failed, so this fellow tried, but failed. |
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| this is so much fun, seeing guys trying to pick up the caber in their kilts. |
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| uh-oh! it's up, but it's coming the wrong way |
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| this is how most of the cabers ended up. |
There you go! More fun was had, but that's a good enough sampling, eh?
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