So it turns out that it wasn’t a Renaissance fair going on this weekend. It was a Celtic festival, being held on the Renaissance fair grounds. It also turns out that it’s a much bigger event than I thought. They have an actual permanent, enclosed area, and you have to purchase tickets to enter. Paying for the event was not what I expected, and we almost didn’t go because of it. Tom left the decision up to me, and in the end, I decided to check it out.
- Apparently we are not the only ones attending this festival.
- After being stuck in traffic for over an hour, Ella seems to be a little less than overjoyed.
- 3.2 seconds after we pull into the parking lot.
- We walk, and walk, and walk, and walk. Not unlike the pioneer children. It seems that the Celts know how to draw a crowd even better than the Amish.
- The first thing we see are dancers. Despite the fact that the Celtic culture also includes Scotland, this festival is definitely an Irish celebration. These are not Scottish dancers. I know that by the glittery costumes and the ringlet wigs. I’m frightened by the wigs. Very frightened.
- Time to go explore. As we explore, we find out that the festival is really about the music. Forget about that guy throwing a 20 lb hammer. Or the one trying to flip a telephone pole. Let’s drink beer and do a jig to electric bagpipes! Turns out, they are on to something. Tom and I smile and start tapping our feet. I ask Ella if she likes it.
- She does.
- Time for more exploring. We find a booth for a Great Dane Rescue. Ella would like to rescue Cookie.
- We have to leave before Mommy brings home a puppy that’s bigger than the entire apartment. We go watch some birds instead.
- For the next 20 minutes, Ella walks around saying “Whoo, whoo, whoo. Momma! Oooowwwlll!” It’s cute for the first 2.
- While walking to the next concert, we find a new spot for Ella’s future time outs.
- Ella listens very intently to The Screaming Orphans.
- She asks for more. We listen to more, but she gets distracted. There are ROCKS! here. ROCKS! Momma! Rocks! Let me bring you ALL the ROCKS! Every, single one!
- We decide to move to the grass. Time to relax and listen to the new band.
- Momma and Daddy get distracted with a song about pirates. Where’s Ella?
- Sneaky baby. This time there is mud, along with the ROCKS! Clean up.
- I’m positive she’ll sit quietly, at our sides, for the rest of the concert.
- I underestimated her sneakiness.
- Time to go home. We say bye bye to the awesome music. Bye bye to the good food. Bye bye to the giant puppies. And bye bye to the ROCKS!
We will definitely be back next year.
(More pictures on flickr)
It looks better organized than Payson’s Scottish Festival. But I doubt you will run into any high school friends.
That might be a bonus.
Looks cool. I’m kind of surprised by all of the different things you guys have gone to out there. Any rodeos coming to town?
Ha! I just got the flyer for Spanish Fork’s rodeo in our utility bill. It’s funny because there aren’t necessarily more things to do here, but I think when we were in Utah I would have rather just hung out with family. Maybe we should have gone to more events – it’s been fun.
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