We went to the Oregon Country Fair on Saturday, and we had a great time, but this was one of those events that had been over-hyped to us.
You HAVE to go.
You’ve never see ANYthing like it.
It’s where all the weird in Oregon goes to let their freak flags fly.
It’s SO WEIRD.
You have to see it to understand.
Yeah, not so much. I mean, it’s a little weird, but it’s barely weirder than a renaissance festival, and that’s basically what it is, minus the renaissance trappings. More hippie than history. It’s a giant arts/music/crafts festival out in a permanent location in the woods. I mean GIANT – this place was enormous and easy to get lost in. There’s a ton of handmade stuff, lots of fair food, music everywhere, and people dressed as anything you can imagine: themselves (like us), fairy-type stuff (lots of headbands with horns, flower crowns, masks, face-painting), people on stilts (we saw a group dressed up as characters from the Wizard of Oz all on stilts), a couple of hippie marching bands (tie-dye shirts and flowers), and a few topless women and men wearing barely anything, which I suppose is what people were trying to tell us when they kept saying how weird it is.
It wasn’t that weird, and it’s an alcohol- and drug-free zone, so it wasn’t likely to get crazy, either.
I liked it very much – I don’t mean to sound like it wasn’t a really good time or that I didn’t thoroughly enjoy all the people watching, but it makes me wonder about everyone else’s definition of weird. Or maybe it’s my own definition I should worry about.