Sunday, Sept. 20:
Sunday has arrived and caught me unprepared. I’m tired. I am physically, mentally, and emotionally drained, overwhelmed, and disoriented, and I would be lying if I said there wasn’t some part of me that was ready for the comforts of home. But I don’t want to go home right now. Right now, I want to live here on this mountain with these mighty musicians and merry makers for time unending.
After a life-affirming breakfast with friends, I make my way down to the SLS where I find many more plopped on the cool grass enjoying Seph and TK, covering forgotten tunes of our generation and beyond. If music was edible, this set would be comfort food. The loyal Sunday morning crowd rivals that of festies many times its size. Fellow Franklin County friends Happie Daze take the stage next. TK is percussionist for both bands and Seph sits in for good measure transitioning from acoustic guitar to mandolin. I understand Jess was especially pleased to see this collaboration go down and it’s easy to see why. Bats Dynamic String Band comes back for another Main Stage appearance and do some balloon tricks you’d have had to see to believe.
Lunchtime arrives and, upon a stomach grumble, I determine to track down some juicy grub. Until now I have been staving off the hunger with once daily trips to the hospitality tent, but I decide its time to see what the vendors have to offer. First, let me say there are far less vendors this year. In fact, unless you count ice cream, which I do but accept that I should not, there are really only two kitchens to choose from, Toasted By Casey and Asian BBQ. As a reporter this makes my job easy, as I am able to sample 100% of the available cuisine. Ever the sucker for a grilled cheese, I decide my first stop should be Toasted By Casey, the food truck that delivers “Unique Grilled Cheese Creations and Specialty Fries.”
As luck would have it, Casey is manning the helm and business is slow enough at the moment to allow us a moment to become acquainted. Casey, who runs the mobile restaurant with the help of his lovely wife Megan, who is also in attendance, tells me that although this their 4th year in operation, it’s far from the same old same. The recent addition of his now 7-month old daughter makes going on the road a bitter sweet challenge. He expresses gratitude for a loving grandma without whom his endeavor would hardly be practical. It takes a village. When we return to the subject of my growling tummy, Megan asks if I like Pimento cheese. When I answer in the affirmative she recommends I try Momma’s Bacon Pimento Cheese, a creation that combines 4 cheeses with Pimento and savory bacon crumbles on grilled Texas toast. I oblige, much to my satisfaction.
Project Shelter was also in attendance. Typically referred to as The General Store by campers, if you didn’t pack it and the vendors don’t have it, Project Shelter does. A short list of items they carry includes propane, prophylactics, pencils, Pringles, ponchos, tents, air mattresses, Bloody Mary mix, and denture adhesive. Hopefully you won’t need all of these on the same day.
Music rolls into the early hours of Monday morning with Buddagraph returning with a two-hour set Sunday evening. Unfortunately, I will not be here to see it. As much as I would love to stay, a man cannot live on manuscripts, thus I must return to my day job, which I have so expertly avoided until now.
Even as I pull out of the parking lot Sunday evening, spirited campers remain behind, preparing to rage against the dying light of the final day of Pink Moon 7. If you were there with me, I thank you all, whoever you are, because every one of you made this weekend not only possible, but most memorable. If you were not there, I hope my recollections serve to inform, but also to motivate you to mark it on your calendar and do whatever needs to be done to make your way out to Flint Rock Hollow Farm next year for Pink Moon 8. Until then…Think Pink!