Pacific Northwest Scottish Highland Games & Clan Gathering

While the Scottish heritage theme was great, the escalated cost of the event and the food at the event was a pathetic. To get a simple plate of food (onion rings & hot dog) I had to stand in two lines for over twenty-​minutes, pay $ 15, and the food wasn’t even that good.
Next year I’ll still want to check it out, but I’ll bring my own food or not waste the time and money to have lunch at the event.

Way fun for sure, had a great time! Much more fun than I expected, might have to make it a weekend sometime.

This was pretty awesome!!!
Everything scottish: Haggis, Kilts, 1,000’s of bagpipers, tossing the caper, clans, beer, and more.
Quite a fun outing

This is bar none the most fun I’ve had at a festival ever. I haven’t been in a few years, and that is a crime! What’s to love about the Highland Games??? Well lookie here: Meat pies (next time I’m NOT gonna be shy… I’m eating way more than two… I dream about these things), lovely men in KILTS, the bagpipes and drums, the cool dancers, neat crafts and gifts and weird highland cattle and horses… and those crazy delicious Fisher scones from the Fair… they’re here too!
This is my recipe for the Games:
Arrive the night before. Set up camp. Wander around talking to people… while getting ripped on a flask of scotch. Wander back to parking site and BBQ something. Drink more. play some kind of frisbee game in the big field. More drinking. Play board game with friends at camp site. Keep drinking. Pass out around 2 am.
Awakened at 6-​ish by bagpipes and drum practise. Curse self for drinking too much. Struggle into cold, vaguely damp clothing and run to portapotty. Curse portapotty as pantscuffs dip delicately into something questionable on the floor.
Chew up a lot of hangover cure pills.
As soon as possible, walk onto fair grounds, get COFFEE. Wait impatiently for MEAT PIE booth to open (it takes toooooo loooooong… I can smell them cooking… oh god…) Buy at least two and sit on bleachers watching people way younger and healthier prance and kick up their heels for the dancing competitions.
Recover slightly from hangover.
Ponder sex with attractive kilted stranger in dark, shady barns as sun starts to bake and temp begins to break into the 90’s…and its only 10 am. Resist impulse.
Watch some dog trials. Mmmm more pies and coffee.
Watch giant dudes throwing logs around. Realise you are gonna get heat stroke if you stay on the big bleachers one more minute; retreat to craft building. Consider a leather jerkin. Buy a tacky cofffee cup with thistles on it. Buy a family crest. Go pester the McLeod tent and see if they will still rise up to protect you since you’re a sept of them, if you are ever in trouble. Act proud of your tartan… hey, mine is the UGLY one…
Mmmm more meat pies and some scones. Hangover pretty much gone. Perhaps a wee nip more scotch? Go back to campsite and refill flask. Follow conan-​looking guy with your eyes as scone goo runs down your face and onto shirt. Feel so unattractive.
Go to the big field in the center for the clan gathering and massing of the pipers. Feel headache return as the sun reaches it’s zenith and the temp goes over 100 degrees, and all the pipes in the world are around you making more noise thank you’ve ever heard.
Feel swelling of scottish pride, and also nausea.
Time to either go or retreat to the shady beer garden.
If leaving, discover that much to your friends’ amusement, you can make a reasonable mock-​bagpipe sound with your mouth. One of you is the drone and one honks out the melody of Scotland the Brave… and there’s just a little more scotch left in the bottle.
Yay scotland!

Big men in kilts throwing heavy objects. And you can eat meat pies while you watch!
There is no better way to spend a weekend.