Friday, 6:30 AM: woken by fiddlers heading to the lake to serenade the sunrise
8:00: breakfast, last meal of the meal plan <sob>
9:00: packed up the car <pant, pant>
9:30: last mandolin/fiddle classes <small sigh of relief>
10:30: checked out of our room, bid new friends goodbye <aw……>
11:00: plugged in the GPS and headed back to the States

Stop flirting with the musicians!!!

If only you could smell this tourist stop. I did not take a picture of the goats, as cute as they were. Children could buy little handsful of feed and give them to the goats behind the fence.  The goats smelled very much like goats.  And it was a very, very warm day.

The strange part of this was the extremely narrow bridge across the parking lot, where billy goats waited for someone to raise a tin bucket of feed to them. We figured walking under this bridge was risky, considering that goats were eating and drinking from on high and you know, gravity and bodily functions can be messy for those on the ground looking for a place to buy ice cream cones.

This couple is discussing  (a) what song they are going to perform at their next gig, (b)  how to cook the cat for dinner or (c) the medical benefits of Viagra.

These gentlemen are (a) waiting for the goats to pee on them, (b) trying to catch wayward birds or (c) about to arrest flying banjo players.

After this place, we only stopped for gas or bathrooms or Doritos and coffee.

It was a long drive back to the lake.  Once again, we followed the pink trail on the GPS and had no idea where we were.  We were even surprised when we reached the US border and had to go digging for our passports while the crossing guards joked about my Rhode Island license plates.

DMP’s boyfriend left a voice message on my cell phone to ask where we were and to describe the salmon dinner he was going to cook for us when we arrived back in town, but for some reason my cell phone didn’t work until we were an hour from home, so we didn’t get the message.

We ate Doritos for dinner and played all of our new bluegrass cd’s from camp and talked about where we would go next year.
Definitely somewhere with a meal plan.
Definitely somewhere with music.