The Hammond Farm:
My home away from home. First of many tents to be put up. There was supposed to be about 50 people camping at the farm but due to the weather (rain), there were a few less.
This was probably a great spot - except for when the drinkers fired up the tractor in the middle of the night on Friday.
Wednesday night around the camp fire with George on marshmallow duty.
Thursday morning around the remains of the fire. It was nice and cold... only in the upper 20's when the early risers awoke. Soon enough the sun helped to remove the chill.
After a bit of breakfast a few of us walked over the family cemetery to pay our respects to Terry. A most peaceful and fitting resting place for such a man.
On the way back we had a little fun with one of the neighbors signs...
Thursday afternoon there was a big BBQ at the farm. About 250 people showed up for it. Most left as the sun started to sink. The rest of us sat around and listened to tall stories by the camp fire again.
A few tents took on water during the night. And the wind was blowing so hard that I expected to end up in Kansas by morning. I slept like a baby, all snuggled up and dry in my tent on high ground, and it stayed where it was staked.
Friday night most of us headed to the awards dinner a Richard's Farm Restaurant, where the CA folks stole the glory. Then on Saturday was the Moonshine Lunch Run - in the pouring rain.