We went to a little folk festival over the weekend, with our banjo-playin' and fiddle-playin' friends, and it was pretty much the best weekend I could have hoped for. The festival is in the middle of the woods, on a camp site, down a long dirt road in the Berkshires. Old-time music lovers gather to play their hearts out, non-stop for two days. The sound of 10 or so circles of musicians all playing at once, throughout the trees, is so surreal.
Of course no trip to the Berkshires is complete without me getting my feet wet in a river and picking wild berries.