Saturday evening, after my mom and the girls had left the bluegrass festival, I stayed and hung out with friends for a while. Eventually, they all headed in different directions and I was alone. I was tired and chilly, but not quite ready to leave. I decided to head out to the campgrounds to find Carp Camp, the group of musicians who played at church last week. I thought I'd listen to them play a few songs and then go on home.
When I arrived at Carp Camp, I found it absolutely packed. There were at least 70 musicians crammed shoulder to shoulder under their open air tent and people standing all around the outside enjoying the music.
I have been to Carp Camp many times, but I had never seen so many people playing there at once - I counted 16 hammered dulcimers alone!
I stood outside that tent in the cold for an hour and a half. If I hadn't had responsibilities the next day I could have stood there all night. I finally headed home, though, with my heart full of music and my bucket overflowing.