Well, Hurricane Irene may have literally put up some roadblocks, but there’s no stopping this band when a gig is booked.
The direct route for driving there was still closed from storm damage, and the alternate solution was to drive through a state park at night; kind of a surreal experience. The park is called Wawayanda State Park. Hehe, Wawayanda (pronounced “way, way yonder”). I think it’s funny, anyway.
After a hiatus for a few weeks it was fun to play again, and despite voracious mosquitoes throughout the first set we soldiered on, and it became much easier to play once an angel or two produced bug spray. I hate having anything like that on my skin, but the weather combined with being in the woods in off-season ski country demanded it.
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Until next time!