Walking back to Town Park during one of the 4 days of music and catching a Monk “peeking” over the fence to see the many camps.
The short little tour we took was fun, finding out he is a HUGE Lakers fan, had never seen an actual Teepee up close and to hear him say, “OH! PRAYER FLAGS!” then “MORE PRAYER FLAGS!” as he spotted them in several camps was priceless. We didn’t come in contact with too many folks because the tour only went from Run-A-Muck to TikiBar, but in both those camps much respect was given.
He was greatly impressed with the Dome and the Mash Tent, and asked me what actually took place in the structures. With great pleasure I explained the phrase “Pickin’ Tent”, pointed out the heaters were there so the musicians hands wouldn’t get cold and they could play music later into the night, that all were welcome in the space, and then we peeked out the back of the Mash tent to see several folks having a meal together and everyone waved.
“Ah, many groups of friends, but they friends with that group too! I get it!” he smiled. “Like One Love song… Bob… Bob…”
“Bob Marley!” I laughed.
“Yes, Bob Marley. This feel good place too, but feel good for music, not basketball.”
Typical guy… wanted to go watch the game on TV back in the room, but not until getting a pix snapped by a passing friend (Thank You Jerry!)
Morals of this story…
-You either get “IT” in Telluride, or you don’t.
-Everyone has a passion, like music and basketball, even Tibetan Monks.
-DON’T FORGET YOUR CAMERA LIKE I DID LAST YEAR!
-You never know who you’ll find wandering around, but be respectful if you do
find yourselves in the same space.
-Bluegrass Magic does happen!
My other favorite memory from 2010 was hearing someone stagger up the path from the bathhouse. I was thrilled to hear those boots stomp across the foot bridge and into the circle drive because it was really cold and I didn’t feel like pulling someone out of the little creek by my tent. :evil
Auntie Hope :festivarian2 :green
