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I haven't really had much time to blog lately. Life has set in this summer; seems like once something is over with there is something else to anticipate. Chad and I love the life we are living and wouldn't change anything we have done together thus far. It is very nice to get away for the weekend and when we went to the Highland Games it was the perfect getaway.
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describe the feeling at the Highland Games. It is almost like you step into a different time, a different country, a different world. First things first, you have to ride an old school bus up the side of Grandfather Mountain to get to the "Meadow." Once you step foot off 
the bus many smells reach your nose; some good, some not so good. The first smell was the smell of a burning fire because there were hundreds of people camping. It was an interesting site to see because you have to walk through the campground to get to the gates. Almost everyone was in a kilt or some form of traditional Scottish attire. The temperature was wonderful; it was in the upper sixties when we got there. When you get through the gates you begin to smell breakfast. There were breakfast biscuits or traditional favorites like Scottish eggs (Chad's new favorite breakfast item). The next thing I remember was hearing all the bagpipes playing the Scottish anthem of sorts.
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describe the feeling at the Highland Games. It is almost like you step into a different time, a different country, a different world. First things first, you have to ride an old school bus up the side of Grandfather Mountain to get to the "Meadow." Once you step foot off 
the bus many smells reach your nose; some good, some not so good. The first smell was the smell of a burning fire because there were hundreds of people camping. It was an interesting site to see because you have to walk through the campground to get to the gates. Almost everyone was in a kilt or some form of traditional Scottish attire. The temperature was wonderful; it was in the upper sixties when we got there. When you get through the gates you begin to smell breakfast. There were breakfast biscuits or traditional favorites like Scottish eggs (Chad's new favorite breakfast item). The next thing I remember was hearing all the bagpipes playing the Scottish anthem of sorts. The 
view was amazing and you could almost hear the music echoing off the mountains. When you see the playing fields, it's almost like a huge football field, only they are not playing football. Around the field is a track, then around the track are all the tents which house the "Clans." All of the traditional Scottish names you think you would see, were there, MacArthur, Graham, Wallace, Mackay(Shannon, does James spell his name like that?), MacDougall, Munroe, Ramsay, along with many others. It was really nice because there was a constant breeze which sent all the Scottish flags flying, it was so neat.
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view was amazing and you could almost hear the music echoing off the mountains. When you see the playing fields, it's almost like a huge football field, only they are not playing football. Around the field is a track, then around the track are all the tents which house the "Clans." All of the traditional Scottish names you think you would see, were there, MacArthur, Graham, Wallace, Mackay(Shannon, does James spell his name like that?), MacDougall, Munroe, Ramsay, along with many others. It was really nice because there was a constant breeze which sent all the Scottish flags flying, it was so neat. We hope to visit the Highland Games in Laurinburg in the beginning of October and Chad's parents hope to join us. I think Chad and I will be all decked out in Scottish garb when we go. I will make sure and let you know about it and post some pictures, it should be a sight to see.
YES!!! That's it! Where they really there? That is so awesome! I think we may need to take a trip to the highland games and see this Mackay clan :)
ReplyDeleteYes, ma'am! It's awesome! They were there!
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