Fredericton is a town of many things. It has a happening downtown, with lots of great restaurants and cafes to go to. It has a beautiful trail system to walk down or ride, and it runs all the way across town.
It also has a lot of big dudes in kilts.
I happened to get to Fredericton as the Highland Games were starting, which is a festival that celebrates the Scottish heritage of many of the city’s residents.
Which brings me back to the kilt.
Why, in a sport that involves lifting a huge tree log and throwing it away from you, is it necessary to wear a kilt? I saw the games, and most involve some variation on the
following scenario: A big hulking guy lifts a heavy object and then hurls it away from him. But why the kilt?
Don’t get me wrong, I love the kilt. I just don’t see the necessity. But I do love seeing huge men whirling around like mad, flinging metal balls
and poles, while their kilts fly up and around. As a woman, there’s almost a poetic justice in that.
Other than the Highland games festival, I got to see quite a lot of Fredericton, thanks to the amazing Mike and Laura. They took me everywhere: Artillery Beach, the legislative building, the farmers market (which has the world’s best samosas. Remember my love of the nachos in Halifax? I have found a new object to bestow my affection upon.)
All in all, it was a pretty successful day. I spent a little more than I wanted because the Highland Games didn’t have a student admission fee, and it was $10. That was my food budget for the day! But it was worth it, just for this: