A week ago, we went to the Kentucky Scottish Weekend...

My aunt Bea and uncle Jesse have directed the Kentucky Scottish Weekend for 26 years. Last Saturday Liz and I took the girls down to check the event out. It was the first time any of us had gone. The trip promised to be fun filled with seeing family and watching a unique brand of Scottish entertainment. So away we went.

Before I get into the pictures I have to thank a stranger who really came through with a "kick save" for us while we were driving to General Butler State Park in Carrolton, KY where the festival is held. We were on KY36 about 10 minutes from the park when we encountered a ROAD CLOSED sign. We hadn't seen any detour signs along the way so this took us by surprise. I pulled off the road to call ahead for suggestions when a truck pulled up beside us. The driver said, "I don't want to be nosy but are you going to the Scottish festival?" We said yes. He said "Well follow me, I live around here and I will lead you most of the way..." And so he proceeded to take us over windy, narrow back roads with steep drop offs and no guard rails. Liz had her eyes closed the whole time. About 15 minutes later we were back on normal roads and just a few minutes from the park. A traffic jam created a second reroute. At this point the kind stranger said "Follow me, I'll take you the rest of the way." He ended up leading us right to the park. This is one that I will definetely pay forward. Needless to say we took the interstate home.

Liz and Anneliese go for a train ride


My sister, Shelley, volunteered for the event and hung out with us for a bit



Cousin Robin and Emmeline hanging out




Aunt Bea and her good friend Cass enjoying the band Mactalla Mor


Cousin Pam and Anneliese chatting with a singer from Mactalla Mor after the "congo line" ended


The pipers of Mactalla Mor


The event featured something for everyone. Dancers. Music. British car show. Athletics. Border collies. Good food. and more.