Derrick and I gave Tulsa a visit in September and attended the Scottish Festival. We definitely should have worn one of our many kilts to the event. What were we thinking?!
This might have been my favorite part, the dog herding. I could have watched them all day. I believe I have a video, I just need to find it. Later in the day, one actually got away and made it out to the parking lot. Watching people try to pretend they are a sheep dog is just plain entertaining.
We heard a lot of this. Which I don't mind at all.
And watched quite a bit of the sporting events.
I don't remember what this pastry was called but it was filled with raisins.
I ate at Whataburger for the first time. It is a big deal down south. Texas mostly.
Kettle Ball Throw. Men in Kilts.
The Arkansas River is a little confused in Tulsa.
Derrick has a weakness for cheesecake, something I can participate in once in a while.
Very funky picture of downtown Tulsa.
This fellow took the festival very seriously.
And I am laughing because every time the Clydesdale and I posed for a pic, he would duck is head down to eat grass. I am easily amused of course.
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