My son in law is a competitor in the Highland Games and this weekend we trundled up to Estes Park, Colorado ( 7,500 ft altitude) to watch him perform amazing feats of strength, from throwing huge stones, the seemingly impossible caber toss, the heavy hammer toss, and the sheaf toss (which is about pitching a heavy bale straight up around 12 to 15 feet in the air over a bar). And while those medal-winning activities were entertaining enough (with lots of yelling encouragement) there was also the scotch-tasting tent and drinking single malts at 10am, and many wonderful pipers, dancers, and people kilted out and dressed to kill in tartans, swords, and berets.
Like the handsome gentlemen above (two of whom were visiting from Scotland.) They were kind enough to stand for a photo with me looking squiggly and happy between them. I also wanted the photo because I wanted to remember those beautiful blue berets as I have a pattern for knitting and felting one. Next year, I am definitely coming dressed up!