Not quite as cold last night and everybody started stirring about 7:00am
Patti and Larry provided a great breakfast of homemade granola, strawberries and yogurt.
Neighbor Vic return the favor of borrowing some salt by making a trip to the local Krispe Cream and leaving us a dozen sugar bombs.
m . . . healthy or not healthy, such a dilemma. Easiest solution . . try some of both!
Kate decides to try the dunk technique. Arial looks a little apprehensive!
Patti prepares some gourmet coffee
Soon we were on the bus and headed to the fest.
One of the great things about the fest grounds is the no alcohol and tobacco rule.
Fuller service festival . . . before you even get through the ticket area they have a welcome band rotating through on an hourly basis.
Part of the Bluebird Fleet that transports campers from four different areas around town.
Lets go shopping!
The weather was overcast and a little cool today, actually a nice change from yesterdays glaring sun. But it did slow down hat sales.
The fest had a great sand sculpture area located in the crossroads so you could check up on the progress several times during the day.
Pam and Terrys favorite dance band. They saw them four times!
We are hoping Wisconsin looks like this by the time we return.
While passing through one of the buildings to get to the Hillside stage, I came across this auditorium and stopped in to hear the Greencards . . . probably one of the best groups I’ve heard and I just happened upon them!
At the Hillside waiting for Michael Martin Murphy
That’s his son Ryan playing the mandolin.
The big closing with his big hit Wildfire. Hear it hear:
The Hillside offer GREAT viewing but is very steep. Here is our happy group with our heels dug in to keep from sliding down the hill onto the stage!
The pesky raccoon, the Merlefest mascot, ha been visiting our camp kitchen all week and we finally see him during the daylight hours!
After our usual 4:00pm cheese and crackers break we headed back to see tonight’s headliner, the Sam Bush band. The were REALLY great!
We got back to camp about 11:30pm, there was a light drizzle but as we approached we could her some fantastic singing. There huddled under John’s tarps in a circle were about nine of our crew having a sing along led by Larry and his son Grayson. We grabbed a chair and joined in for the next 45 minutes. Lots of fun! The only thing that broke it up were when several of the gang, including the guitarists, decided to head back to the festival dance tent to hear Donna the Buffalo.
The rest of us headed to bed still humming the tunes we had been singing.
A really sweet day.