Galax, VA

Today, I headed to Galax for the 73rd Annual Old Fiddler's Convention - about 25 miles away from our camp. Susan stayed at the RV...she'd had enough music at Clifftop. This being a new festival for me, I didn't know what to expect. I arrived about 11:00 a.m. and found almost everyone was still recuperating from the previous night's jamming. Pretty darned quiet everywhere. I spent over five hours walking around, occasionally seeing some old bluegrass friends or hearing a few bluegrass jams, but not finding any old-time jams at all. If I'd only had my bass with me. When it started to rain, I left. Oh well... I guess this is one of those late-night festivals. I got some good exercise though...