David Douglas High School in Portland Oregon used to (I hope it still does) hold Highland Games every summer, and a more eye-pleasing sight you never did see. Pipers were tuning amongst the trees, white shirts gleaming above the patterned kilts. It felt like having stepped back 200 years.

It wasn't just the marching bands either; it was a busy time of caber tossing and other feats of strength which I never saw anywhere else in my life.