Had a hellava time getting there, the sky opened up just as I left rt 90. It was so dark I couldn't see my directions, so, I went into a little store for directions, and the guy thought he could speak English. Hell, he didn't know where HE was, let alone where I wanted to be! Somehow, I made it, and, it was worth the hassle. As always, it was great fun to hang out with the Woodchucks, and to swap stories with all. I didn't get to see much of the stage show what with all the wandering around I did. Chatting with Tom Paxton about mutual friends was nice, he is so down to earth. The Folk Legacy booth was, as usual, the center of the earth, another national treasure. I slept for 12 solid hours when I got home; that was after dozing off two or three times on the road. Gotta get rested up for next year.