A Festival of Renaissance

On Sunday, a group of 9 made a traverse of almost 200 miles to The City of Kansas in Kansas. For the past 30 years hoards of people have made the trek to a secluded little glade where this fanciful event takes place. Pipes and Plaid ruled the weekend, along with many large bred dogs and semi dressed wenches and well dressed ladies. Men wore too small tights as well as wanna be kilts, traditional wrap and shoulder throw kilts, and cloaks galore. The weather was faire and beautiful with a nice breeze and plenty of sun. Lance, sword, and ax were used to defend honor while spear, kaber, and stone were used to show feats of strength for silver medals on blue ribbon. I should have used sun screen for my cheeks, lips and nose have a tomato glow to them. Krissy got it a tish worse for her bodice and undershirt left shoulders and chest bare. Twas a good day with far too little sleep. I wished to purchase a sword whilst I was there but settled with a sticker ribbon for ringing the hammer bell ringing and a nice shiny medal on blue ribbon for the stone throw. All in all twas a delightful weekend full of busy-ness and fun.