Last Saturday, to escape the trial that is our bathroom, my husband and I hauled our cookies (and the rest of us) all the way to Apache Junction to attend the 25th Annual Renaissance Festival.
Since none of our children wanted to go with us, we made the hour and a half drive and indulged ourselves by signing up for the Pleasure Feast. Aside from the tasty food, we got to wear these amazing hats:
Of course, we strolled around the festival a bit. ASU was represented and we learned the history of mapping (anyone know that magnetic North is actually True North in the mediterranean? ). We saw the future of mapping using the new GIS system and we marked where our ancestors were during the Renaissance.
Aside from learning the grisly truth behind the Horse Latitudes, we also learned the robes on this ASU professor are actually a hold over from the middle ages. The hat, we were assured, was not.
Next we visited some artisan markets, where I picked up my new totem. A dragon I named Zot to watch over my computer and inspire me to write. This is Zot’s big brother by Colorado Windsongs.
I added 4 dragon prints to my art collection, signed by the artist, Ruth Thompson of Red Roo Art.
I also discovered two items I would love to own. The first was a $400 leather bound journal. Anyone see Evil Dead? Yeah, I want to write my own Necromonica, complete with illustrations. Of course, my book will contain all the research for my Atlantis books, but well that’s sometime in the future.
And speaking of the future, I would love to add this to my house. Don’t know where I’d put it, but it’s just wonderful.
This is by Bungled Jungle and was created specially for the Faire. In the meantime I have my eye on some of their art (click the link to get the pun).
Next, we attended the jousting tournament. We sat in the ‘hexagonal of doom’ section to cheer the Spaniard. We lost (he was one of the bad guys) but we had fun cheering him on.
On our last stroll through the faire, I had to take a picture of the pirate family. Technically, pirates were the theme of last week, but no one tells pirates what to do.
We came home exhausted but had thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Linda Andrews 
You know I gotta say something. It looks like you guys did have fun but are you sure it wasn’t “Hippie” day in Phoenix you attended?
Jealous?:D
You ain’t old enough to know what a hippie is. I bet you read about it in a history book. LOLOLOL
Right, wink, wink, nudge nudge. I’ll go with that answer. That way I won’d have to admit that my SILs are both proud of their commune living days and doing laundry on a washboard to stick it to the man.