We made last weekend a long one by camping in northern
The weather was cooperative despite some limited (and mostly nighttime) rains. Other than those times, the sky was clear and the temperatures were what spring is all about: 70’s during the day, 50’s at night. Monday morning, a pair of hawks flew not over, but through our campsite.
And naturally, the music was good. Robert Earl Keen,
Meanwhile, Scythian scorched stages several times with their energetic twist on Celtic and Gypsy tunes; Ruthie Foster and her quartet impressed with their blend of gospel, folk, and reggae; and bluegrass legend Peter Rowan made several appearances.
But what especially helped to make the weekend great were the people we encountered by accident. While we were setting up camp, a six-year-old named Caleb wandered over from a few sites away and started chatting up Sarah. When his mother Jenny came over a few minutes later, we learned that she is a fellow
We wound up spending much of the weekend with Jenny and her friends, and their amiable, down-to-earth attitude quickly reminded me of everything I miss about the state where I lived during my college years. Plus, it was a Godsend that most of them have kids, because Sarah was able to have fun with people her age by frolicking in hammocks and helping with their lemonade stand:
On Saturday we hiked a half-mile or so to an abandoned bridge that crosses the
It was a relaxing, low-key trip. Erika and I always enjoy our little jaunts, and it means so much that Sarah is able to take part in many of them, like she was this time. But this past weekend was also a much-needed balm in light of some very unwelcome news we have received on the medical front. I won’t bother you with the details, other than to say the news is not life-threatening -- I will simply say that events like Suwannee Springfest are good for the soul, and that next time we go, we hope to meet up again with our newfound Alabamian friends.