We had fun and met some nice people, but there was no parking lot pickin! There were maybe two or three small jams after the shows, and these people had all camped together and played together. Frank and I sat out every night after the show and played for an hour or so, but none of our neighbors were pickers (although they were partyers) and no one walked by to join us. One afternoon a guy named McCloud came by with two kids, and they played with us for an hour or so, but that was it! (And it was fun). I'm used to New England festivals where you sit and pick one tune, and pretty soon there's a group joining in. I was told by people we met that the pickers have stopped coming to this festival for some reason.

So we had fun, the shows were great, the place is very nice and it was a good crowd, but ALMOST NO PICKIN'!!! (Which pretty much kills any chance of us going back, unless we bring a few pickin' friends with us...)

And I had my first (and LAST) taste of boiled peanuts.