A September 2007 trip
to Boise by Wildcat Dianne
Quote: Mom and I spent a day at the Treasure Valley Celtic Festival and Highland Games checking out the booths and Highland Games. Lots of fun!
The Treasure Valley Celtic Festival and Highland Games are held at the Expo Idaho Western Idaho Fairgrounds in Garden City, Idaho. The Fairgrounds, the name for this are to the locals, is located next door to the Boise Hawks baseball stadium and the Les Bois Horse Track. If you are staying in Downtown Boise, you can get to the Fairgrounds via State Street. Turn right onto State Street from downtown and go down the road about 5 miles. Turn left at Glenwood Avenue, and the Fairgrounds are about a mile up the road on the left.From I-84, take the Curtis Road Exit off of I-184 and turn left onto Fairview Avenue. Take a right onto Cole Road and follow the road to Mountain View Road and take another left. Take a right onto Glenwood, and the Fairgrounds are on the right side.
Member Rating 5 out of 5 on September 23, 2007
Attraction | "The Treasure Valley Celtic Festival and Highland Games"
The first booth Mom and I hit as soon as we got into the festival was where you could get your Clan information printed out on an 11 x 14 form or on a sweatshirt or t-shirt. Mom and I pounced on the book of clans they provided and immediately started to look for our name, Nesbitt. We found it fairly quickly and read about where our clan came from along with its family crest. The young girl who was working there with her dad helped us, and we had no problem coughing up $21 for a copy of the Nesbitt family crest.
Several of the booths sold t-shirts and sweatshirts with Celtic or Scottish symbols on them. One booth had this very funny t-shirt that gave the "Top 10 Reasons The Scottish Wear Kilts" including "The Sheep won't hear the zipper!" Mom and I were rolling over with laughter after seeing that t-shirt and Scottish humor.
One of my favorite stops was the booth that sold Celtic astrology jewelry and t-shirts. I started to look for my Celtic sign to see if I could relate to it, and sure enough, several things stuck out that were me. My Celtic sign is Saille (April 16-May 14). Under Saille, the cosmos were born from the boughs of two willow trees, and it is the sign of the willow ruled by Cerridwen, the Goddess of the Moon. My name Dianne is named for Diana, the Roman Goddess of the Moon. There's got to be a connection there, I thought! People of the Willow are able to use their words, memories, and will effectively. That's me!
I bought a pewter necklace for $8.75 with Saille's symbol, the sea serpent on one side, and the Celtic symbol of my sign on the other. It was my big splurge of the day.
The clans who came to the Festival were the Donalds, the Lamonts, Campbell, and a few Irish or Celtic Clans. Mom and I spoke to the Campbell representative about Cousin Ed and his Campbells coming from Ireland, but he said the Irish and Scottish Campbells went from Ireland and Scotland and back many times. The Lamont clan showed us pictures of their trip to Scotland last month, and another clan had Viking handicrafts for sale.
Mom and I found our tartan colors in several books, but we were disappointed not to find a sample cloth of it anywhere. Clans are broken into Septs, and we couldn't find Nesbitt among the clans present. Most of the Nesbitts live in the Eastern USA.
Attraction | "The Food at the Treasure Valley Celtic Festival and Highland Games"
Mom and I wanted to try something different than the hot dogs and hamburgers that were being offered at the festival, and we had our choice of food booths. We first saw the meat pie booths, but the price for small pies was ridiculous, so we passed there. We also passed on the Haggis! Mom found a booth that sold sausage and bangers along with corned beef sandwiches. So, she went off to that booth and got a corned beef sandwich. All morning, I had seen people walking around munching on smoked turkey legs big enough to make Henry VIII envious. They were making me really hungry. That was going to be my lunch.
A local smokehouse restaurant had the booth with the turkey legs, and there was a long line waiting to order and get their legs that were being smoked on two big smoker grills attended by one of the cooks. The girl at the counter said that it would be about 10 minutes before our legs were ready, but I didn't care, they were going to be right out of the smoker and fresh! So I ordered and took my number and waited.
Ten minutes later, my number was called, and I got my choice of turkey legs, and I got a good-sized leg. Mom saw me looking like Henry VIII's illegitimate child with my leg and said she didn't get that because she was afraid of looking silly. "We're Scottish (OK, part-Scottish, but who's checking?!), Mom!," I joked, "We're supposed to eat like barbarians!" Then, I dug into my leg as we walked to the highland games not caring if I looked silly eating it. The turkey leg was soooo yummy with a subtle smoked flavor and hot and juicy. If my cat Zoe was there, she would have been all over the leg, too, being a big turkey lover. My camera got some of the juices on it, but no damage. I ate the whole thing enjoying every bite along the way.
Mom said her corned beef sandwich was OK, but not like the ones she used to get at the Jewish delis back East. She said they put sauerkraut on the sandwiches, but she passed on the kraut.
Bellies full of hearty fare, Mom and I were ready for another few hours of fun and games including the caber toss and other heavy athletics.
Member Rating 4 out of 5 on September 23, 2007