Moosefest

      No lack of variety this weekend.  Friday began with a funeral where we ran into several neighbors and acquaintenances.  Of course we had to catch up with as many as possible.

    On to Fort Collins where we went to a musical “Hairspray” at a dinner theatre. 

      Fortunately, the song and dance was quite lively.  Otherwise, a certain early-to-bed person might have gone to sleep after the dinner.  Sorry, no pictures during the show.  The Goodwife survived a sobriety checkpoint on our way out of town.

     Saturday found us going separate ways.  Mother and daughter traveled east for “cures”—pedi and mani.  I went west and joined a band--of outlaws in the forest.

     Actually, the band was the family band.  We met at the upper unit to rehearse an hour or two for our afternoon appearance at the Moosefest.

     It was quite pleasant with temperatures in the 70’s and a light shower, instead of the dry 90’s we’ve been having on the plains.

     A couple of hours of practice, a light lunch and off to the Moosefest.

     The Moosefest is a private Woodstock where musicians perform mostly for each other.  It is a beautiful setting not too far from the upper unit where we rehearsed. Host John maintains a summer home and a natural amphitheatre with a performing stage.

      Talent runs a gamut from young to old, bluegrass to jazz, and includes one of the best guitar pickers in the land.  Performances begin early in the afternoon and go on into the night (don’t ask me how long—I can never last till the end).  (Sorry, I couldn't get my "flash" pictures to turn out.)

     Thanks for including us John.

     Back to the farm.  Looks like the monsoon may give it another try.