Bad kilt days

[Riverkilt]

Don't recall any worst days kilted either. Probably the most embarrassing thing that happended to me was in late September 2005 on the river.

Every September the local AA members host Serenity by the Lake. A sobriety gathering/camp out on Lake Powell. The past few years we've also had a raft trip through Glen Canyon on the Colorado River. I got to be in charge of organizing the 40 some folks that went on that trip, getting them aboard the buses and onto the rafts.

There's a restroom break at Petroglyph Beach about halfway down the canyon. The water is cold and feels good after a couple hours on the rafts. So I waded in the shallows.



This got the bottom of my Basil Utilikilt Survival II wet. No problem. When we're back on the rafts I'll just stand on the bow like "I'm King of the World!" and let the wind dry the cotton kilt.

Well...wind in a canyon can be tricky. Apparently a guy behind me was all focused to take a photo of me standing in the bow of the raft floating through the canyon and a gust of wind flipped the back of my kilt up at the same time he hit the shutter. He got one of those classic photos.

I didn't realize it..the wind gust was quick...he was showing everyone on the raft the image on the back of his camera...they'd laugh and point...then he did more of it back at the campout. I took lots of teasing. I really didn't believe him until a few days later when he emailed me that photo. Boy...he and the wind got me good.

I lost my copy of the picture when my hard drive crashed last summer...probably just as well.

In all the kilted trips down the canyon that's the first time that's happened.

Ron

[CelticRanger66]

Never regretted wearing my Kilt, but have always regretted not wearing one!!!!

[sporranlegionaire]

I've not had any disastrous problems yet, and don't hope to have, but then I'm a relative newcomer to it all.
When in Wales back in May, I went with another kilted colleague to the local May bank holiday village fair. It was a colourful scene, and I think our kilts helped towards this.
Most of the stalls were placed around the small square and, being a Welsh village, the houses drifted off the square into hilly fields behind, where there were more exhibits, and a horse and carriage event.
After wandering about the stalls in the square it was about lunchtime and we decided to have a beer in the pub. OK, there were a few gags directed at us as we sauntered up to the bar. This was a very down to earth establishment, with local farmers and farmhands supping foaming pints. But apart from the usual giggling 'What's underneath?' references from a group of imbibed ladies, I think the general opinion was that if we had the guts to wear kilts, we certainly weren't wimps.
They then obviously decided that we were just good sports, and left us alone to enjoy our beers.
Coming out of there we wanted to check out the stalls placed outside the square, up behind the houses in a field. To get to them we had to walk about 200 yards along a narrower lane between the houses, and this was like a wind tunnel.
As usual, I'd gone 'traditional' - I don't know about my colleague. There were folk walking behind us and coming down towards us, and the sudden gusts of wind were totally unpredictable. It was one of those occasions when you unnervingly can't feel the reassurance of the pleats behind your knees, and you're not quite sure what's going on at the back...but it suddenly all seems to be just a bit too cool at the back, for a little too long, to ignore.
Luckily I had a jacket with me, and I tied the arms of it around my waist so the jacket fell down the back of the kilt and held it down. Without that, it would have been a very long walk, trying to look suave with your kilt billowing about, and the folk might have got to see more than they'd thought acceptable at a family friendly village fair.
My colleague had a cheaper kilt on, which didn't seem to have the same problem - possibly the less number of pleats meant less material to lift.
Ironically, once we'd managed to get to the field, which was just as windy, he got interested in a stand promoting energy saving 'home' wind turbines.
I enjoy kilt wearing as it generally turns my otherwise uneventful days into more of an adventure. The warmth, comfort and simplicity of a neat wrap around you, despite the semi-precariousness of it all, is difficult to explain...until you try it.

[KiltedTurtle]

The only bad day that I've had was when I decided to wear my kilt when a friend asked me to go boating with him. He's got a 19 foot fourwinds. That sucker kicks up some wind. So I spent that couple of hours trying to keep my kilt down. Fortunatly I was wearing my tank so it stayed down better than some but still something of a fight. Note to self kilts and boating do not go together.

[Graham]

Never regretted wearing my Kilt, but have always regretted not wearing one!!!!

yes, that would by my view also.
I do have a problem with wind sometimes, or climbing ladders, but more and more these days I am caring less what others think.