It's the hum of tradition, the swish of kilts, the blast of hundreds of bagpipes. The athletes compete (and make world records as it turned out!) under the seldom seen and always appreciated Washington sunshine. Mount Rainier presided over the whole proceedings from his pedestal of foothills.
It is fascinating to watch the second and third generations continue to take up and embrace the Scottish traditions here on American soil. They hone their crafts whether it is caber tossing, drumming, or handiwork. As a young woman with Scottish blood myself, I cannot but rejoice in such a strong identity.
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