There are no accolades too high for the beauty of enjoying festivals with friends, old and new, and, in the case of RockyGrass, family too. From the hot sun to the cold beers, the sweaty and energetic dancing to the chilled and rambling rivers that abutted both festivals, the free-flowing whiskey that filled the cool evening air with warmth, the on-stage performances to the impromptu jams that lasted until sunrise, there was almost too much to enjoy and the perfect company with whom to enjoy it.
I'm hoping to make it to Hardly Strictly Bluegrass in San Francisco, especially since my plans are leading me more and more towards at least a short stay in Berkeley. Either way, I will keep my silly festival hat at the ready!
I have a few more short days in Colorado before heading out to the beach in New York, I will post pictures and updates from my time here soon!
Our 3(ish) AM departure from Boston to Grey Fox - I was squished into a tiny little space in the backseat:
Grey Fox stylin':
Friends watching at the main stage at Grey Fox:
My friend Eric and I off to the main stage at RockyGrass from our campsite:
Morning in our shade tent at RockyGrass:
My Boston roommate, Celia, and her kickass female bluegrass band, Della Mae, at RockyGrass:
Me and my momma:
The Del McCoury Band killing it at RockyGrass:
Tubing on the St. Vrain at RockyGrass:
