Hm. I seem to recall someone at Ramblewood tromping around early in the moning, piping up the camp, followed by a trail of dancing children.

Not sure I ever say him again after that morning, Rap, so you'd better pay up your insurance.

So sad to have missed this year, hope you caught my spirit lurking around the edges of the singing. I console myself with reunions with mudcatters pre- and post, and second the thanks to those of you who work so hard to keep making this happen so that even when we can't go, we can hear the singing.

Dani