Fox Hollow was the first folk festival I went to and it remained my "ideal" of a folk festival. I first went in 1969 or so and only missed one from then until the last one.

It ALWAYS rained at least part of the festival. One year I considered going home because it had rained constantly for days and the mud was terrible. In those days we did not have sand chairs - we sat directly on the ground (which got cold). When it would rain, everyone would take out ponchos, or even large garbage bags, and just sit there and listen.

In the early years, we could camp on the grounds of the festival, before they made people use the 3 commercial campgrounds instead.

I loved Bob Beers taste in performers. It definately declined after he died.