And the world goes plunging into Hell in a Gucci handbag.
Spent the weekend at the Scottish Festival, this year held in scenic Snowmass Village. Lots of scenery. Not really very much village, but it seems to have gone over well with lots of bagpipes(1), men and women tossing telephone poles, sheafs of grain, and heavy weights on chains which in Scotland they call hammers.
Also British cars and demonstrations of Renaissance skills such as blacksmithery and bashing folk you don't like with big swords. And bagpipes. At least one band was quartered at my hotel and practiced outside. The altitude being about 7100 ft, Milady lobbied hard for oxygen anticipating problems but wound up not using it. Others there could have used it.
I was told that this was the first weekend in anyone's memory when every room in Snowmass was sold out. They eagerly anticipate us coming back next year. Snowmass Village is a wide spot in a steep, narrow canyon with essentially one road running up it. Nevertheless, many people ride bicycles up and down it often on the unpaved trails. The average size of the front sprocket on a Snowmass bike seems to be about 4 inches.
I recomment for exhaustion resulting from wandering about at high altitude a nice bottle of Left Hand Brewing Co's Nitro Milk Stout. Yummy!
Pictures when I get them processed.
1). What's better than one bagpipe in the glen? NO bagpipes in the glen! (Or at least one bandsman seems to believe this. AC/DC sounds pretty good with a pipe in the leads, though)
Also results of the E-postal match as soon as I get them sorted.