Just a quick drive outside of Los Angeles, this little get away spot is absolutely breath taking. I had been dying to go to a Renaissance Festival and realized that I had missed one closer to home in April. However through the month of august big bear is home to its own festival, this year with a fairy theme.
My group of friends booked a cute cabin, and made our way into the woods to see the medieval jousting and sword fights. Having never been to a fair like this I was very uncertain what to expect, but I enjoyed that stall owners all stayed in character while selling their goods. First thing I had to do was get a flower crown, after all how else am I supposed to be a princess for the day?
It was very interesting to see everyone in costume, and doing their routines and selling. I was looking forward to trying one of the big turkey legs, which was quite salty, a similar flavor to a Christmas gammon that my family likes to have during the festive season.
They played the kind of music you hear in movies like Robin Hood and A knights Tale. I almost expected the merry men to jump out and start dancing. We settled in for the knights show and I was very curious to see if they were really going to joust. Of course this is a show to I am sure that they have their routine worked out well, but I enjoyed the showman ship of the players.
Later in the afternoon we took a trip to the Alpine Zoo, which was lovely, I had been dying to see some bears seeing as we were in Big Bear. Of course a wild one is dangerous so I settled for the zoo. Although I know that there is a lot of controversy about zoos, these animals looked well fed and a new zoo ground is busy being built for them. I may never get to see a bald eagle in the wild, or a wolf or a bear, so I was grateful to be able to appreciate the beauty of these animals in person.
The rest of my crew has lay down to nap while I write this little blog post, I struggle to nap and wake up happy. The silence and alone time gives me a minute to reflect on the day and what tomorrow might have in store. Whenever I write I want to write something profound and important, but sometimes the profound thing is the action of being present and enjoying the moments I am afforded with good company and peace in my heart.
The nature and the beauty of this small town reminds me of growing up in a little vacation town where the entire town relies on the business of tourism in the busy months. I thought about the book shop that my mom owned for a short period of time. It was called “The Book Shop”. Summer would come and the store would be packed with “holiday makers”, all looking to check out of their own lives. With an attitude that we, as towns folk, existed only to serve them. I think it’s easy to forget that small towns are also peoples’ homes and everyday lives, we would do well as tourists to respect that and treat them with kindness.