The Feast

Friday and Saturday we went to an historical reinactment of a French fort from the 1700s.  They call it the Feast of the Hunter's Moon.

This is not me, though I wish it was.

How fun.

Friday was an organized field trip and we visited four assigned booths to learn how people lived here three hundred years ago.

Exhibitors were in full costume and welcomed us into their wikiamis.

 

Blacksmiths were making nails.

 We learned about the dulcimer.

 

Then they played with other period instruments.

 

 It was a fun day together.

Saturday morning, not so fun.  Before we headed back to the Feast festivities, Peter had a nine o'clock soccer game.  In the rain.  As in my pant legs were soaked standing there under my umbrella.  Paul and Reuben retreated to the car until the game was finally called.

We came home to change, wait out the rain, and then returned to the Feast.


Saturday was super fun at the fort with a day filled with cricket, dancing, and bagpipe demonstrations, costumed people, rifle and cannon booms, craftsmen and tradesmen selling period toys and food, and this juggling act by two brothers that was pretty hilarious.

And I can't believe I didn't get a picture of the boys with their weapons of choice.  I am so anti-weapon, but alas, I have boys who need to fight and play and express boyness through weaponry.  I read once that this is important in their development of proper manliness.  So we went from booth to booth trying to decide which wooden weapon would be worthy to come home with us.  Rube chose a bow and arrow set and Peter brought home a rifle with a shoulder strap.

So a successful day.  I got to enjoy the dancing and costumes, the boys ate meat on a stick and got a new toy, and Paul... Paul just loved being with us.  He's so sweet like that.  Actually, his big question got answered on Saturday.  Will the guy dressed in only a shirt and flappy bottom covering from Friday still be in costume on this frigid Saturday?

Yes.

Oh my.

This man was quite comfortable and confident

in his little costume.

I think he was a fur trader.

And I think I saw his bottom.

And I don't think he minded.