On Saturday, there were more people, good weather, great music and really good sales. A woman from Chilly Brothers brought me some yummy jumbalaya as a thanks for the festive hats I had given the “mothers” of their restaurant, but it took me about five hours to finish my lunch since I had a line with up to five customers in it throughout the afternoon.
While I have formed some nice friendships with fellow vendors at many events, this festival is special because I have been welcomed as a sort of associate member of Painkiller Ridge - one of the longstanding groups of friends who set up camp together. I didn't know exactly where they would be, but it didn't take long to find them at night because the large Peace sign light that adorned their main meeting area was an infallible beacon. It felt wonderful to be greeted like an old friend after a hiatus of 3 years during the pandemic.
