We are parked in a nearly empty field near the little airport runway. When I left after breakfast to chat up some new Airstream friends, the camping area was busy with loading and packing, the stage was cranking up for Sunday schedule and a hundred or so "day trippers" were parked outside the fence. When we looked up at nearly three, the field was nearly empty. Just a few Grillbillie vehicles down at the end in their exclusive camping area and many more picking up all the necessary festival trimmings. It's like the old craft show days --last ones out.
It has been four days of "Rough Camping" in a big open field. Good neighbors, new friends and sometimes a breeze. Though it got over 100 degrees one day, it always cooled to the 60's at night and and we slept comfortably with the last plaintive licks from a nearby jam to issue in the night. (The low sad songs seem to like the moonlight.)
We have had a great time at our first ever music festival. Really, your first?
So we will pull out early tomorrow and head for I-80. We have a few errands and about 200 miles to tow, but we have road music to help us on our way.
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