Just two pics but had to share:


. . . brought back from The Gathering! I didn't take the dare, but those who did said the chips just tasted of chips (aka crisps on the other side of the Atlantic). I do wonder how one "naturally grows" a haggis. . .

Bob was the only kilted adult, uber-casual in black denim FlamingoKilt:


A couple showed up later with their child in a tartan kilt but I didn't think to get a picture (I was well into the Murphy's by that point). One of the few SoCal beaches that still allows liquor, only restriction is that it must be in plastic or cans, no glass. Perhaps the fact that the lifeguards wear sidearms helps keep the riffraff under control

The picnic is an annual event held on the lovely beach at Camp Pendleton, locale courtesy of a Clan member who is retired Lt Col (IIRC). BBQ, potluck table, and lots of cameraderie. Not sure why the other fellows show up in je@ns, maybe if we keep representing the trend will spread -- one fellow said he had worn his Utilikilt to previous events, prior to our joining the group, but "got tired of being the only man on the beach in a skirt" LOL