Cascadia Juggling Festival
clubs back and forth and laughing as they dropped to a very serious couple who alternately juggled and then critiqued each other. They were so silent and focused as to be almost grim. Nearby, a group of little kids, laughing hysterically, bounced themselves off enormous balls as big as they were. I considered joining in, but I didn't want to scare them.
The prop vendors down on the main floor have really cool toys I've not seen anywhere else: those plates you spin on a rod, the "diablo" or devil stick that gets tossed back and forth between two other sticks, and a peacock feather for balancing practice (on your finger or nose or elbow or wherever you like), along with information about societies for magicians and clubs for clowns and my personal favorite books about fire eating and sword swallowing. I didn't actually see any fire eaters or sword swallowers, but I did see folks riding unicycles, people wearing balloon animal hats, one guy riding a bizarre contraption called a "pedalo," and a group of guys from the Troy Area Yo-Yo Club who carried their yo-yos in specialized shiny silver cases and wielded them like Jedi knights with light sabers.