dawned with yet another great day in store. The capricious mountain
weather was cooperating, bathing the highlands in sunshine. A fine
day for parades and marches! And march the clans did, with
over 100 clans represented. Old, young, rugged and beautiful they came,
flags unfurled, spirits high. Around and around the East
Meadow they marched followed on by the massed bands.
To be sure there were other events,
musicans playing in the groves, athletic events unfolding out on the
field, dancers flashing this way and that, still it was a more mellow
pace. There was plenty of time to enjoy the scenic splendor of the
high country, to take in the pungent air filled with the scent of flowers
and mountain laurel.
Grandfather Mountain, like perhaps no other
highland game site, has the visual panorama of where the Scots have come
from. The rugged green peaks, lush valleys and free flowing streams
provide the perfect staging for the gathering of the Scots and celebration
of the Gaelic culture.