July 28, 2003
Falcon Ridge 2003
I spent the last 5 days at the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival, which was celebrating its 15th year. The folk fest has become something of a magic experience the last few years, after we had a rough year the first time around.
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| Cross 1 off on Falcon Ridge bingo |
There was a lot of incredible stuff going on this year. Arlo Guthrie came out and entertain and did a hell of a job. His stories were as entertaining as his music. The fest also had a record turnout.
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| Quite a crowd, eh? |
The day Arlo played, there were 10,000 people in the crowd. Add in all the people in the dance tent, wandering around, and hanging out playing in the campsites and there must have been 15,000 people at the festival.
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| Speaking of random musicians in the campsites... |
One of the things I really love about the Ridge is all the campsite music. The guy pictured above, Tony, was an accordian player camped right next to us. He plays a lot of scottish folk tunes, so was naturally drawn over to our spot when Annie got out the harp.
We were also graced with the presence of Becca and her sister Bridgit. Bridgit shares singing and songwriting talents with Becca. More music is better.
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| And would you look at them? |
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| Or my girlfriend, for that matter? |
We also had all kinds of good news.
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| Like Kat's acceptance to UConn |
We did have a little bit of stinkiness running rampant though. Our favorite swimming hole had a little problem this year.
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| I think we'll stay out of the river |
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| Luckily, we found an alternate swimming hole |
Unfortunately, said second swimming hole (at Bash Bish Falls) was a bit of a drive. We only made it once.
Other fun things? We convinced Becca to submit a demo tape for Falcon Ridge next year.
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| The woman behind Becca looks pretty amazed |
Becca even gained an appreciation for what it is to have same-gender people attracted to her. Not that she still has any idea.
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| But I wonder why that is? |
To make the long story short, we came, we saw, we conquered, it was good.
On the way home, I made the call to stop at a little tiny restaurant in the middle of nowhere for some foodage. We drove off way into the woods and stumbled across two places, one that sold burgers and fries, and one that promised "fried clams and mussels." I was a little skeptical about both places, but I figured if a restaurant had mussels it couldn't be all bad.
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| And it's French |
I was worried about a french restaurant in the sticks (location 42 deg 56.811 minutes north latitude, 74 deg 8.541 min west longitude) outside Amsterdam, but I started to relax when our waiter Loic seated us with a heavy French accent.
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| I'm having the Filet de Saumon Sauce Mousseline, Annie's is the Coquilles St Jacques Meunière |
The restaurant is a hidden little gem of Upstate New York.
Well, another year another Falcon Ridge. Can't wait for the next one.
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