In Connecticut on the way back from Falcon Ridge Folk Festival. The fest was basically this: sun, clouds, rain, mud, rain, rain, rain, mud, mud, rain, mud, an exploding van in the middle of the night, rain, mud, rain, wind, rain, mud, food, rain, wind, sun…. and music. I managed to get in a couple of rides – one a big-time hill challenge, the other a windy and rainy trip to the supermarket. But the weather was not exactly ride-friendly.
The music was okay, when we got to hear it. It wasn’t the most ideal of music festivals, but we surviived and have somt time to do laundry and dry our stuff at sprite’s parents’ house.
More to come….
UPDATE: two rides during the Fest have been posted.