Made my way back up to Port Townsend for Fiddle Tunes, the annual festival up at Fort Worden.
Learned some new tunes, played some old ones. Made some new friends, played tunes with some old ones.
Danced a lot, played until 3am, slept little.
It’s like Catullus 46:
Iam ver egelidos refert tepores,
iam caeli furor aequinoctialis
iucundis Zephyri silescit aureis.
linquantur Phrygii, Catulle, campi
Nicaeaeque ager uber aestuosae:
ad claras Asiae volemus urbes.
iam mens praetrepidans avet vagari,
iam laeti studio pedes vigescunt.
o dulces comitum valete coetus,
longe quos simul a domo profectos
diversae varie viae reportant.
I think I’ll be back next year!