At our recent games here in San Diego County, where I was the main driving force behind having a booth, I quickly realized the vast difference between going to a Highland Game, and being at a booth at a Highland Game.

At my previous games, I still spent two days, and almost as many hours, but I was able to see so much more. This year I didn’t get a chance to sit in the music / beer tent and get snockered listening to driving celtic music. I didn’t get to see the sheep dog competition, or the young lassies prancing around for the judges, or sample the fine old single malts. I didn’t get to hear the pipers battle against each other or even the band competitions.

But I did get to talk to many more people. I answered many questions and we gave out Free Child ID sheets to over 150 children. I got 3 of my Brothers into kilts for the first time (That alone was worth missing the sheep dogs!) I got sunburned the first day, and hid under my Tilley the second. I got to show off four of my tanks in 48 hours… and I got my fair share of compliments.

All-in-all, I had a blast…… guess I’ll do it again!