Celtic doesn’t mean ALL Irish, it means a whole lot of that other North Highland stuff, so we pulled out our inner Grandma Doyle (nee McCafferty) and watched weird games of throw the giant telephone pole and toss some big hammer.
There was sheep herding, live music and sausage on a stick. Not to mention turkey legs, lemonade, beer and overpriced fish and chips.
Overall it was fun. We got to trailer the kids 17 miles round trip with our friends John, Cheryl and Hayden Lane. I enjoyed riding with them and discussing the neighborhoods, as one should from a bike.
But next year it’s the Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) Festival. Much more to see I think. And likely not as expensive for what you get.
Plus it’s cool if they want to use bats in their advertising, because it’s all about death and darkness. Not so much for a Celtic Fest: Bats + Celtic patterns = Really bad. Don’t believe me?
Here’s a few quick images from the crappy iPhone camera. Halloween to come…
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