Like everyone else. I'm, still being flooded with wonderful memories of last weekend. Last year my basement was flooded, and it wasn't nearly as much fun. Ruth and I were reliving the weekend over breakfast this morning. Ruth is not a "folkie" but she's a genuine folk, and she had a great time. I enjoyed watching her and KT together... the dearest of old friends who'd never met before. I don't think we could have handled the all-night sings, so we didn't experience the festival in that way, but that doesn't mean that we didn't enjoy every moment we were there. I posted a photo on Facebook that I took at sunrise on Sunday morning and it's now frramed and hanging about my desk in my office. I may well use it on the cover of my next book. The story I wrote about the cane Judy Goddard donagted to the auction titled the Shepherd's Watch is not only a story now, but will most likely be the title of my next book. And the cane is leaning next to my desk as a reminder of the good time we had.

Like everyone else, I brought much more home from the Getaway than I took with me.

I also wanted to mention that Ruth and I thought the food was very good at told the manager of the camp.

I wish we were closer. The drive down and back were nightmares. I'll have to forget alot about that before I feel like driving down again.
That said, it was more than worth it!