For the past twelve years (give or take a year or two), I’ve been driving past the “Renaissance Festival” sign at the base of the Superstition mountains in the east end of the valley. I would look out into the vast desert and wonder what truly happens here for six weeks.
As soon as I entered the gates, I felt transported back in time to the Renaissance era of yesteryear. Busty corseted women and lanky knights sauntered past me, wizards and pirates strolled across the courtyard, executioners donning black capes and elf children scampered through the trees.
I’m pulled into a comedy show of irreverent nuns, a man with a mean fiery whip, three guys and some drums, belly dancers, fire eaters, and a spectacular carnevale.
This was only the tip of the iceberg though. You can try you hand wielding an axe as you attempt to throw it at a target, practice your archery skills, or perhaps show your strength as you lift the mighty mallet to impress your lady.
So much to see and do, I’m thrilled that I decided to get a season pass so I can return for more adventures all throughout March, as there is still so much awesomeness to be found.
Be prepared, as there will be more to come over the next few weeks, but until then you wenchs, spires, kings and wizards….