Down and Back

In one short weekend we headed down the turnpike to Croton-On-Hudson to sell our fair fare at Clearwater's Hudson River Revival Music and Environmental Festival.  The crowd was so much different for this one.  Much older and all more into their causes than the music.  Probably pretty nice people but there was an awful lot of pretentiousness floating around.  Everyone trying to outdo the good doing of the do-gooder next to them.  "I'm against nuclear power"  "Yeah well I'm really really against nuclear power."  "Yeah?  Well I triple dog dare you to sign my petition."

But the venue was gorgeous.

The banks of the Hudson

Next to us was Story Grove.  They had a great dragon soaring overhead and told wonderful stories about evil executives who poisoned little children by dropping nuclear power plants on their heads.

Over our head was a mulberry tree that dropped mulberries the size of quarters on our heads.  One landed in the coffee cup next to me and exploded coffee everywhere.  It was terrible.  The tree was right in front of our booth and blocked our sign and lowered our "visibility quotient".  Donald wanted to cut the tree down but I convinced him that folks probably wouldn't go for that.  So many hugs, so few trees.

Mulberries the size of quarters

Stupid Tree

Sleeping was great.  The music ended by 9:15 each night (I told you it was a slightly different crowd).  We did not serve breakfast so our work day was relatively short which was kind of a nice change from Wakarusa and Bonnaroo.

The crew headed home Sunday night but Donald and I stayed at a Super 8 in Connecticut and hit Restaurant Depot Monday morning.  We had to buy a freezer and a refrigerator for the Branbury State Park concession stand. 

Load 'em up, head 'em out.

Always great seeing this.

I have a week or so off and then we head to Michigan to do it all over again.

Love you all.  Peace.  Peter