My hands hurt from clapping so much.... RockyGrass!

This weekend, E and I were BUSY. But not with the normal triathlon training routines. Nor were we spending quality time in the yard or garden. Nor even doing a major house project (and we have a list with quite a few of those on it!).

No. We were at RockyGrass.

It was AMAZING. And I really do mean that.

Here are a few highlights (there is no way I can capture but a fraction of what happened, especially right now on a Monday morning when I am trying to get all caught up on other things, but this short list should help jog my memory in the future for additional stories as needed):

• Saturday morning run, fast, fresh-feeling legs, dunk in the creek.
• Making blueberry pancakes on the camp stove.
• Friendly tarpmates, both fellow squatters (new friends) and later our old friends sharing their prime real-estate up front.
• Butterfly faces (Emily!)
• Cooling off in the creek. And again! And again! Along with 100s of other festivarians.
• Fish tacos. Greek salad. Ice cream sundae. Veggie dumplings. Steak burrito.
• Dragonflys.
• "No such thing as 'just a drummer.' "
• Once you master the fiddle, learn to dance. Then learn to play it upside down!
• "So that's what a mandolin sounds like!"
• Play them bones.
• Carolina Chocolate Drops. 'Nuf said.
• Howl at the moon!

We took pictures. We recorded sound. We got a few video clips. We each got a little sunburnt (not too bad, though, surprisingly). We ate yummy food. We relaxed. And now, I'm tired!

Hopefully we'll be able to post pictures soon.

-A
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