Kerrville Day Four

Home again,
Home again,
Jiggidy Jog.

Today was the first real day of the Kerrville Folk Festival. I went to sleep last night under a down comforter with an extra blanket. I woke up at 8 and it was already 80 degrees.

Most years it's impossible to live through Kerrville without going to the river most days to practice what I like to call, "immersion therapy". Sometimes cold water is about the only way to get through the heat of the day.



The first four days of Kerrville this year were not like any I remember. It was chilly which is unheard of. No river for me this trip. No need. We sat in the shade and read books, listened to music, and had lovely conversations without once breaking a sweat. But that's not the gen-u-ine Kerrville experience. No, the real thing started today.


Blazing sun, loooooong walk to get my car. SWEAT. I love Kerrville! I can say that wholeheartedly now that I'm home again.


So for the coming week I'll go to work in an air conditioned office and live in my air conditioned house and luxuriate in my outdoor shower.

Then back to the joys of dust, heat and wonderful friends and music!

Check out this weird tree.