With apologies to Lerner and Loewe…

There is a legend of a magical realm, known as WMAW, that rises from the mists on the Wisconsin shore of Lake Michigan. Inhabiting the grounds are valiant women and men, from locations near and far, learning and engaging in the fighting arts of times gone by. It is a place of chivalry and camaraderie. From early in the morning, when the sun rises over the lake, until late in the evening, the halls and grounds are filled with the sounds of clashing weapons and lively discourse about said weapons and their proper usages. Armoured knights compete in the lists in the afternoon sun. If you are lucky enough to stumble upon this legendary event and its denizens, you may be witness to even more mystic arts, such as Pangean rapier and Spoonfechten. Sadly the appearance of WMAW is all too fleeting. There are tales of attendees who return year upon year to experience it once again, knowingly risking the heartbreak of the farewells as WMAW once more recedes into the mists.

My sincere thanks to the hosts, instructors, and volunteers. You truly do make this a magical event and I look forward to the next.