Sorry I missed you all this year, except John whom I saw twice while attempting to find him, Lin, and the Waterhole gang. I got there Monday afternoon. My tent survived the almost-tornado with a minor pole bending, but my little canopy suffered several bent/broken poles and ripped fabric, and joined the other similar modern art metal sculptures in the trash. Karen came down Friday.
My walking was limited due to a knee acting up, so I didn't get around as much as I'd hoped. Nevertheless, I found some good jams near my camp. I was camped right behind Group Therapy/Front Porch Radio. One act on FPR was remarkable, Smythe and Taylor.
There was a noticeably smaller crowd this year than I've seen for over a decade. Didn't fill the stands Saturday night. Karen and I really liked Mountain Heart, and enoyed Notorious when they weren't playing traditional Hungarian toilet cleaning ritual music.