What do you call 500 bagpipes at the bottom of the ocean?
A good start.
When played correctly, and from a safe distance, the sound can be chilling. Up close and personal, it sounds like someone trying to run a bandsaw through a cat.
Today we went to the first annual Highland Games at Furman, and despite the heat, it was a lot of fun. There were the heavy games, piping competitions, dance competitions, sheep dog demonstrations, and tons of people in kilts. Seriously, it was nearly 100 degrees out, and some of these folks insisted on wearing wool kilts, woolen knee-socks, wool caps, and in some cases, woolen jackets. I have to question their sanity.
The piping competition was fascinating. Each piper had to move from station to station, performing for eight different judges. This meant that at any given time there were eight pipers performing. The drone was incredible. Even now, sitting safely at home, I can still hear the drone of the pipes in my mind.
Furman and Greenville did a great job hosting the games. My only complaints are the cost, and the fact that there was no free water available for the public. We were fortunate in that Laura’s air-conditioned office was just a short walk away, but I worried about the crowds.
I took many more shots, but I’m too tire to link them here. Visit my Flickr page if you want more.