Heather, Katie and I headed up to Big Bear on Saturday for the 1800s Fair and Logger Jubilee! It was pretty awesome. There was axe throwing and chainsawing and pole climbing and an obstacle course that involved running over a bunch of logs with a chain saw and then cutting a piece of wood off of a log with it. We almost saw an old man die doing it. It was terrifying! When he finally got off of the course the crowd stood up and cheered. Not because he finished but because he didn't lose an limb, or have a heart attack, or toss the chainsaw into the crowd, or any other all-too-likely scenario that we all collectively envisioned.
I had a great time, thanks mostly to my love of reenactors. There's something truly special about people who wear period garb in public and speak with accents. You know, Ren-Faire-ers, Civil War buffs, pirates. I love their dedication. Since this fair spanned the entire 19th century (What, you can't pick a decade?) there were plenty of these people to admire. All the security were dressed up like Old West sheriffs. There was a singing group of Ladies of Easy Virtue all dressed in silk robes and corsets. There were a few bustles and bonnets and lots of spurs and chaps. None of the lumberjacks were wearing plaid shirts, which was disappointing, but a number of them had chewing tobacco tucked inside their lips. Authentic!
After the fair we drove around the lake and found a bench to sit on and watch the water-skiers fall down. This has made me decide that I need new friends because none of my current ones own boats. It seems like everyone but me knows someone with a boat and they all go up to the lake every weekend and have a great time skiing and laughing at people who don't know someone who owns a boat. So, I'm currently taking applications for new friends with boats, or at least a few jet skis. It would really sweeten the deal if you had a lake side cabin so that after all that skiing and laughing we could go back and take naps.