I also had a great time there, although still not fully recovered from no sleep and still wired from so much great music.

They announced onstage that the festival would be held at the farm again next year. I'm not totally crazy about the steep hilly camping, so it wouldn't bother me if they found another beautiful level site with a view and maybe even a lake!

We camped as usual in the RV section and picked until 3 every morning. No drunks, just fantastic jams with a variety of guitars, banjos, mandolins, fiddles, Dobro, bass and some wonderful singers. Many of the (presumably sleeping) neighbors told us the next day that they loved our music. One woman was sick and couldn't leave her camper, but thanked us for the music and making her feel like part of the festival despite everything.

On Sunday morning during the rain, about 12 of us did a quick a cappella gospel set to send us all home.

But then we stood in line in our camper about 45 minutes waiting for the cars and trailers to come down the main hill in the new mud, slipping and sliding. Our road (near the dance tent) was fine, but they had to clear everyone off the other muddy road before we could proceed.

On to the cleanup and preparation for the next one...