Camp Howdy

SOHN!!!!!

Killin me . . . tell a story, ya orator. ;-)
 

I'm not tellin' you people what don't come to Da Goofy nuttun. You missed it. Come next year. Eat, drink, pick, yak, yuk, pick, play poker, watch people pick, support the kids program, make fun of Zeke, make fun of the Brookdale gang, pick, make chickenpant noises...OK...I'll tell one story, the President of the CBA grabbed hold of Zeke and spun him around the dance floor whilst apparently guessing his weight. OK...another one: Friday night there were at least 10 full jams in the north side. There was no one but me walking around because there were more pickers than tents. Just so much fun.
 

Ok, home front, Grass Valley, Swing Music. World Fest, soon, sohn. July 15 for me.

Swing Jams. We be there. Me, that is.

Godforsakenvalley.

World Fest, Muse's?

Google it . . . . be there, buckets needed.

My Back Yard Sohn, Day. ;-)

N Alan Bibey, and Blueridge, July 14th, Friday Nite.

5th String, Godforsakenvalley.

Dang, Almost The Cruz!!!!

Not.
 

24 festival days under the belt so far, and a few more to go. And no, Darby was completely unable to properly guess Uncle Zeke's weight. Tell Nick & the Djunkyard Dawgs we'll be swingin from da Cruz!