"I'm against nuclear power."
"Yeah well I'm really really really against nuclear power."
"Yeah well I triple dog dare you to sign my anti-fracking petition."
The venue was gorgeous. The Hudson is definitely in that group of mighty rivers flowing down to the sea. To stand on her banks is to easily imagine what it must have been like hundreds of years ago. Before there were nuclear power plants. And do-gooders.
Next to us was a space called Story Grove where they told stories about evil executives dropping nuclear power plants on little kids' heads. They had a dragon soaring overhead that was pretty cool.
Pretty Cool Dragon
Over us we had a mulberry tree that kept dropping mulberries the size of quarters on our heads and landing in our coffee cups exploding coffee everywhere. It blocked our sign and lowered our "visibility quotient" (I just made that up, pretty good 'eh?). Donald wanted to cut down the tree but I convinced him that it probably wasn't the right crowd for that sort of thing. So many hugs, so few trees.
Mulberries the size of quarters.
People watching is the thing to do at these festivals. I must say the hippie population has not aged well. There were a whole lot of tree-hugging, dirt-worshipping, co-existing pasty white toes twisting out of Birkenstocks.
Arlo Guthrie? Or maybe his mother.
Yea for our great crew!
It's always great to return to the sanctuary!
We get a week or so off and then head for Michigan and the Electric Forest Festival where we will hear music from bands such as Girl Talk, Ghostland Observatory, Datsik and 12th Planet. Who are these guys? Man, I'm not aging well.
Love you all. Peace. Peter.