So in the world of off [the] beat[en path] events, I’m not sure where the Maryland Renaissance Festival ranks. Had it been a realistic option, I might rather have gone to this instead, but since RenFest was right around the corner, that’s where we went last Sunday.
As soon as we arrived, I consulted the map to find our first stop.
This is some serious stuff – no traveling fairground, and I misunderstood. I’ve heard about RenFest since I moved down here five years ago, but had never been. I mistakenly thought that it was a more ephemeral sort of thing. Not so! In the car on the way I was disabused of the idea that it lasts only one weekend (over Labor Day) – this year it’s open from late August until late October, and the set up out there is, well, permanent. It’s a whole Sherwood Forest Complex.
I’ve never been much of a role player, but Jules did ask me, “What would you have done if you’d shown up at our place to pick us up and I’d been totally decked out in Renaissance gear – you know, really gotten into it?” And my answer was simple: instantaneously upon arrival I would have rented a costume. Though something tells me these aren’t rentals:
At the Renaissance Festival I found myself delighted and inspired by the following:
- The Becostumed (see above)
- the idea of dangling a flagon from my belt loop
- this owl
- meats on sticks
- real live [fake] jousting
- and, because I am twelve: