This weekend my neighbors had a music festival at their house. A real music festival! With hippies and camping. I really wanted to go check it out but never did. I noticed several cars there on my way home Friday. I just thought they might be having a little party. Later on after a short nap, I decided to go to the grocery store. To my surprise the cars had doubled. People (hippies) were hanging out in the street toting ice chests, chairs, and tents to the back yard. I even saw a few guitars. It reminded me of Bonnaroo or a going to a Wide Spread Panic show. It was almost ten by the time I got back from the grocery store. there were over 100 cars parked along the street and in the vacant lot at the end of the street. You could hear the music until about 12:30 and then they quieted down. I'm sure they stayed up way later.
I snapped a few pictures on my run Saturday morning. There were still about 30-40 cars at 7:00. Several people were packing up and leaving.
Their campground through the trees.
My neighbor across the street was out when I finished my run. He said they came knocking on doors Friday afternoon, informing the neighbors they were going to have a small music festival and gave a number to call if there was a problem. They didn't want us to call the Sheriff. I wasn't home and the dogs were in the yard, so I didn't get the memo. It's not like I would have called them in anyways. Like I said, I really wanted to crash the party.
It was just an odd thing to happen on our quiet, dead end road, outside of city limits.
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