The first thing we approached was a petting area holding some adult and baby goats. There was a $10.00 fee to hang out in the area and $2.00 for a selfie. I didn’t watch closely enough to figure out how they managed these activities. For example, I wonder if you only bought a selfie – did they let you into the pen then immediately escort you out of the petting area? Or if you paid for time to hangout, was a selfie included? As I was busy taking pics, we missed the first race which started a couple minutes before schedule.
There was an hour between each goat race, so we decided to wander around. We walked towards the music stage on Market Street, but decided not to get too close with our baby due to the high volume. We noticed a long line in front of Garage Bar that we presumed was for beer and decided to move on. On the opposite end of the festival there was a much smaller line. Luckily, some friends had instructed us to stand in a separate ticket line first! That was the line where they checked your ID, put a wrist band on you, issued tickets for beer, offered t-shirts for sale, and collected the cash. I wonder how many poor souls waited in the beer line without tickets. The cost for a beer was $6.00. Although we found the short beer line, it’s worth pointing out that each beer tent was host to different breweries with their Bock beers (only).
After collecting our drinks, we dropped into Revelry Boutique Gallery for a few minutes. It was nice to see business hopping. So much so, Major, the “shop dog” had taken respite in the back room away from the crowd.
Outside The Holy Goat, there was a table of folks who were selling Goat Hats to anyone wanting to take their celebration to another level.
Soon, it was nearly time for the second race!
I hadn’t really considered the logistics of goat racing before. Apparently, goats don’t naturally dash down a man-made race track. It takes a little guidance from a few human guides. About half the goats needed a lot of prompting to even start running. Each race consisted of different goats and the winners moved on to a final race at the end of the day. When we watched, all the goats ran from one end to the other, then lined up again and came back. So, I’m not sure if one counted and not the other, but we did get to see the goats run twice. There’s something adorable about baby goats jumping and prancing around that is quite exciting. The crowd around me seemed entertained as well.
All in all, the festival worked for me. I would recommend it to anyone looking for some unique fun and an excuse to eat, drink, or shop in Nulu. P.S. the Flea Off Market coincided this year and attracted some of our food-money. Maybe in the future, if the Bock Fest continues, there will be more tents and food options on site.