We arrived just as the Festival was opening for the day so it wasn't difficult to park. The difficulty came later in trying to reach the gate. At least fifty protesters waving placards were walking around in circles shouting something we couldn't hear. A couple of cops were standing off to the side just watching.
I turned to Kip, "What the heck is going on?"
Undaunted, he didn't break stride as we approached the gate. "That's PETA. They always show up at the festival to protest, it's no big deal."
I was confused. "The animal rights activists? But why are they protesting here?"
"Read the posters and find out. If you want to know more," Kip said with a chuckle, "I'm sure they'd love to chat with you."
With his arm around my shoulders, he steered me through the crowd as my head swiveled
