I got back in last night at 10, wrote my menu, got some sleep (I'm never sure if I snore or not) and did food today, so I am only just now getting to this thread. I am still on cloud nine. I have so much music going through my head I'm not entirely sure what to do with it. It's a little embarrassing to be singing at the top of your lungs while you wash dishes, then realize that there's been a customer at the counter for a few minutes.

What a weekend, from singing and playing with Charmion, playing waltzes with Ron's amzing viola and David's harp, singing harmony with those fabulous Shellbacks, laughing myself silly at some of the Songs from a Hat, singing The Death of Queen Jane with Big Mick, hearing song after wonderful song from Alaska Mike, Laughing myself silly at "My Bob" Hearing Bob Zentz, Hearing Elizabeth LaPrelle, Eating smoked salmon brought down by Alaska Mike and Tawmy, Playing fiddle with David on harp out in that glorious sun, hearing the beautifully synchopated snoring in my cabin, Riding down and back with Barry, talking and listening to fabulous music all the way, indulging myself at the Camsco booth, That fabulous Sunday night jam session in the kitchen, That 3:30 a.m. political discussion with Big Mick, laughing a lot, crying some, singing a lot and playing a lot. Ahhhhhh!