Feast of the Hunters' Moon
I seriously doubt my ablity to convey the enormity and hilarity of this event, but here goes: The Feast of the Hunters' Moon is a re-creation of the annual fall gathering of the French and Native Americans which took place at Fort Ouiatenon, a fur-trading outpost in the mid-1700s. Thousands of the kinds of people who fashion their own chainmeal and may truely believe they are living 300 years ago reinact this event. Including the dude wearing just a loincloth--is that even legal? Our resident lawyer says no. It's not everyday you get to see a stranger's hairy butt, I digress. . . Thousands more, including boyscout troups from Chicago and colonial die hards from Ohio, attend. It is in a word, hilarious.
Here on the banks of the Wabash, the French soldiers await the arrival of whoever it was who arrived in about 8 canoes for the grand opening of this 42nd annual event.
Keyon could not be dragged from the mediocre 17-century choir. "One more song!"
Nick and Keyton covet the Newfoundland. Lachelle relents, when we live in 1750, you can have a dog.
Here is the mighty fort,
adorned with six flags, all of which at one point may or may-not have flown over the fort.
Oh, the iconic turkey leg,
to be washed down with a little rootbeer. And a pirate sword, because nothing says 17th centry trading post like a pirate sword.
The flaming juggling act.
Yet again Keyton demands we listen to the music--this time a nice family blue grass band complete with 5 and 7-year-old fiddlers. I want Keyton to fiddle! Nick says when we live in 1750 Keyon can play the violin.
We say goodbye with rock-candy in hand to go home and process what just happened.