Well, it’s not a “Best” memory, but I think every veteran festivarian remembers the feeling every year after the festival is over, you are driving away, and look and see the mountains and Bear Creek Falls in the rear-view mirror. It is profoundly sad, yet only because of the great memories. And then, once you accept the inevitable, one thought creeps into your head that you grab hold of…“Only 361 days until FESTIVAL!!!”
TESTICLE!!!
VESTIBULE!!!
I’ve BEEN to TestyFesty!! And there are NO pictures.
xoxo MG
Yo Hooch isnt funny when your First see the falls driving into town with tears in your eyes , and leaving with the falls in your review mirror …with tears in your eyes …
what a bunch of Saps we are !
This little June trip we all take fills me up each year with so much it’s hard to know where to start.
Let’s see…in no particular order:
- double rainbow into beautiful mountains while beautiful emmy lou sang
- becoming engaged to my long time love and festivarian partner during Jesse Winchester
- susan and bonnie and angel
- the light on the mountains at sunset last year and the incredible sense of well being that accompanied it
- realizing my son had a thing for Jerry Douglas two and half months before being born
-driving up canyon wishing to run into friends from chicago we’d met and camped with the year before and realizing they were in the truck immeadiately behind us - reconnecting with our far flung festival family
- discovering a very special and sentimental piece of my jewlery had been returned to lost and found
- watching my son develop his own true love of the magic the music in those mountains with those people is
- the boomchicks and unchained melody
- meeting and being hugged by the amazing and warm xavier rudd
- sarah, jack and byron and all visiting and the kick ass music in camp that lets me drift off to music every night
- Roger’s reading to send us off for another year
- the excitment that wells up around this time of year knowing we get to do it all again soon
and on and on and on…
Amen Kym !
none your aware of :rolleyes
have you checked out the video they produce each year???
Whoa Rick… Look at the time of your post!!
I hope you made a wish!!
xoxo MG
P.S. For anyone to point any kind of lens at me at an event like that, I would have had to be doing something I would never do in those kind of surroundings!
SWEET!!!
thanks ilovethelorax, I didn’t think it was possible to get even more excited for my first TBF. what wonderful memories, looking forward to making some of my own…shine on,
Sarah
Hi Kym! Great to see ya checkin’ in. Been a long time since I saw ya, the kid, and the hubby last. Did I ever thank you for leading me back to my camp that first night we met in person? (Thank you :flower I think I would have ended-up down-valley if it wasn’t for you…)
The Kaptain
Kaptain! Nice to be checkin’ in! It HAS been a long time. We had hoped Hardly Strictly was going to be doable last year but it wasn’t in the cards. This year perhaps.
We’ve all got the Telluride fever here. Sam, at three, started spontaneously pointing out "Telluride trees"about a week ago. Usually cottonwoods but anything on a hill/mountain can qualify. In the blood, I suppose.
As for leading you home, t’was a pleasure! We were both lucky I think. Did you see my post over on another topic re your brew efforts this year and how happy I am there will be more TCP in camp? Yahoo! Now we just need to get James a pass! :cheers
Sarah, you’re in for the ride of your life. Have a blast and look us up over at fishbone.
happy day music lovers,
kym
Fishbone: Noted. look forward to meeting you 
Fishbone is normaly next door to Camp Wander In
:cheers
Hey Kim!
Nice handle…
I am the lorax and i speak for the trees… what is that thing you’ve made with my truffula tuft???..my VERY favorite Dr Seuss.
It would be great to see some Fishboners in Camp run a Muck at HSB
I just finished the CD of Ron n Debs wedding about a month ago, does anyone in the Fishbone family want a copy? Send me an addy off list if so. :flower That might be one of my favorite TBF memories, actually that years festival might be the best one. I met so many GREAT people that year. Fell in love… twice… danced my buns off with a beautiful woman from fishbone… and listened to the thunder roll through the canyon as that crazy pony tailed mexican said I do when we all thought he was gonna chicken out
My goodness only 81 days to Rumballs
:flower
:cheers
Jerry,
It was a beautiful wedding celebration, festival, year. That’s what love will do for you…that’s what love will make you do! 
Look for a personal note from me regarding the cd. I don’t know how widely represented our fishbone family is here but I’d love a copy and would be happy to make copies for others who might also want them. Good reminder to me to get Ron and Deb some pictures I took too! (Ah…the path is paved eh?..)
HSB is just before Pete’s birthday so we’re going to get there one of these years hell or highwater!
Peace, kym
My first TBF in '03 with Pamia who has been my bestest friend ever since! Lotsa good memories from that one. Oh yeah - meeting Drew Emmitt… I’m such a geek. :love
Also '04 stumbling around drunk with my friend Jeff and having way too much fun at the YMSB Sheridan show!
And all the times Bob Rocks had me and Pam just laughing our asses off.
Jeeeez I could go on and on…
Jessy
:hombre
I just remembered this one… We were staying at Riverside condos one year, and so was John Cowan. That was the year he got married there. The night after the wedding, we ran into them in the parking lot, offered lots of congrats and handshakes. He was very nice and very happy! :flower
Best memories …hmmmm…
My first Telluride where I miscalculated the exact mixologist formula for alcohal and altitude with singing all night - did that the first night there and could barely speak for two days (don’t recall the night well but do remember the could barely speak part). Also was the year of Ron and Deb’s wedding (now there is an introduciton to a couple), to freezing all night (wasn’t prepared), and to amazing music on stage and in camp. The first year brought me back.
Or maybe arriving at the eventually-to-be-named Camp Wander-In’ in 2005 to find my tent set up by my “good” friends and camp mates. “What a wonderful group of people,” I thought. We visited out in the hot afternoon sun for a while but what I didn’t notice was that they were suspicioualy grinning as they drank the afternoon away. When I finally went to the tent to store my gear, I found that they had filled the tent with balloons. It turned into the Great Telluride Balloon Massacre.
Muscially:
Bela Fleck, Stanly Clarke and Jean Luc-Ponty is right up there
Sam’s set last year after coming out of the hospital (“Friends you have no idea what it’s like to be lying in an ambulance thinking you are about to die from a heart attack, listening to KOTO as Bonnie Raitt is inviting you to come up on stage and play with her”)
My best memories are everynight, every year, wandering around camp playing music all night with great people and players, sometimes freezing my fingers off, but always just never wanting it to stop.
EJ