Scotland and kilts

This week-end we went up to see men in kilts..oh no wait, we went to see the Highland Games. Considering that mother nature gave us a perfect New England day and that the leaves are starting to change, we couldn't have ask for a better day. We spent the entire day running around the grounds of the event. First, we saw part of the games, caber throwing, walking the stones (500lbs combined) it is the WWE of hunky bulky men in kilts.

The event is held at Loon Mountain which is about 20 minutes from the house. Mighty convenient I say...After we watched the games and we had a typical Scottish lunch, I had something called a bridie and Paul had shepperd's pie. As a special treat, I asked casually to Paul if he would consider going up on the chairlift to the top of the mountain, he agreed and within seconds I had the tickets on hand. We took a regular chairlift up one mountain and then we took the gondola to the highest peak at Loon.

Just a perfect day!