Trout Forest Music Festival
Swimming in a lake. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a transcendent experience. The very being of summer. The Trout Forest Music Festival is located in a park, right on the edge of a lake. So while we jammed away on the main stage, we could see festival goers splashing in the water. Some actually watched the concert from rafts floating on the surface. And between shows, I got to indulge my summer fantasy in the frigid water.
The music was fantastic—Sam Mitchell came out to back me up on flute and mandolin and turned into a crowd favorite, particularly during some crazy jams with Big Boogaloo and The New Meanies. We danced to the fierce groove of the New Meanies under the northern lights, shining green and pink and purple, and watching a flock of lanterns float along the water at midnight. Life is good.
On the way home, we stopped in Forget SK, another sanctuary far removed from city life. To get there, we drove across the prairies, watching in awe as a brilliant summer night storm evolved before our eyes. Sheet lightening lit the entire sky as we barreled along the highway, giving us a spooky and spectacular light show before the rain finally poured down in buckets. We arrived at the Ananda Arts House to visit Don and Shannon and spend the night in this cozy little B&B. Rushing in the rain, we grabbed only the essentials and burst into their house during the fervor of the storm. It didn’t take long before we were settled in the kitchen with glasses of red wine, talking late into the night. Our conversations were punctuated with gasps and aaaahhhhss at the lightening and thunder and sound of rain outside the screen door. And in the morning over breakfast, we got to taste the first batch of honey from this season, infused with chamomile and made with love in Forget.
This weekend was all about losing myself in the groove, in the flow of the moment and turning off my brain. I think it’s getting in the way of my wisdom and could use a vacation. I wonder how many people at the folk festival were seeking a similar reprieve.
The music was fantastic—Sam Mitchell came out to back me up on flute and mandolin and turned into a crowd favorite, particularly during some crazy jams with Big Boogaloo and The New Meanies. We danced to the fierce groove of the New Meanies under the northern lights, shining green and pink and purple, and watching a flock of lanterns float along the water at midnight. Life is good.
On the way home, we stopped in Forget SK, another sanctuary far removed from city life. To get there, we drove across the prairies, watching in awe as a brilliant summer night storm evolved before our eyes. Sheet lightening lit the entire sky as we barreled along the highway, giving us a spooky and spectacular light show before the rain finally poured down in buckets. We arrived at the Ananda Arts House to visit Don and Shannon and spend the night in this cozy little B&B. Rushing in the rain, we grabbed only the essentials and burst into their house during the fervor of the storm. It didn’t take long before we were settled in the kitchen with glasses of red wine, talking late into the night. Our conversations were punctuated with gasps and aaaahhhhss at the lightening and thunder and sound of rain outside the screen door. And in the morning over breakfast, we got to taste the first batch of honey from this season, infused with chamomile and made with love in Forget.
This weekend was all about losing myself in the groove, in the flow of the moment and turning off my brain. I think it’s getting in the way of my wisdom and could use a vacation. I wonder how many people at the folk festival were seeking a similar reprieve.
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