Way down along the Suwannee River, that is where we have been, attending the Suwannee Spring Reunion. A cross between Burning Man and Woodstock, there was an abundance of tie-dye T-shirts and Birkenstocks. I now understand why camping on the property might have been the right decision, because the music went far into the night. I didn’t stay for the late-nighters, rather enjoyed the folk music during day light hours. Suwannee Music camp is a huge campground, with acres of tents and art. The Music venue and offers 4 stages: the inside Music Hall with food and a full bar, and outside the amphitheater, the Porch, and Music Farmers stage.
I wasn’t sure I was up to the campground, which I understand was full of music and whatever to all hours. The acres of tents seemed to go on for miles, and the port-a-poties, yuk. I am a snob when it comes to toilets. Instead we stayed at the Suwannee River Florida State Park, another beautiful and well-maintained campground, with full hook-ups, beautiful clean facilities, and along the banks of the river. I only wish I had a kayak.
Tomorrow we drive west to return to the Gulf Coast and will spend the next 3 weeks traveling to New Orleans to attend the Jazz and Heritage Festival. Looking forward to meeting my Alaskan pals Hilary and Robin, Bruce and Lydia there for a weekend of great music and cajun food.