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A few days before my anniversary of arrival, Sheila and I along with our friend Tim, went out to a music festival. The Hootenanny was held at another friend of ours amazing retreat of a property that spans over 200 acres. I go there several times a year since a wide variety of events are held there, a rugby tournament, several music events a year, survival camps, etc.

One such event had a fellow neamed Snow Bear, of North Carolina, teaching students to be one with their drum, during a class on African rhythm stylings

Meanwhile, Sheila grabs a roller to work on one of the three rooms we have been renovating over the past month, which has led us to a much needed escape if only for a day.

On this particular occassion we decided to camp after the 10 hours of music from the six bands that were on hand.
One of the artist's was Jason "Lefty" Williams from Atlanta, an inspirational blues guitar player that caused me to buy not one but two of his CD's after jamming thru a blazing set of his own stylings along with a nod to one of the Godfather's of the electric guitar - Jimi Hendrix's "Manic Depression"

Another well known and loved local musician, Ralph Roddenbery showed up without a band, but Lefty and a few other guys from a band named Captain Soularcat stepped in and closed out the end of the night at 1am.

Off to air-filled-bed for me and Sheila, while our friend Tim grabbed his acoustic guitar and joined the other late-night owls until 4am strumming like rural New York hippies from fourty years ago. I would include a photo of him, but he had a rather poinent salute during my 9am wake up call for breakfast Apple or Lemon turnovers while we tore down our tents. This weekend was a wonderful toast to the end of my 36th year upon this big round ball. I look forward to all the fun and entertaining voyages we make during my next loop around the sun. I'll be sure to tell you about it right here. Till then a toast to the woman who endured 9 months of back aches so that I can have a special day. Thanks Mom