Author: Cornish, Rick

How I Spent My Rainy Weekend
 

Good Tuesday morning from Whiskey Creek, where our namesake water feature quite nearly overflowed its banks after four pretty intense days of rain over this past weekend. Not really any danger since there’s a secondary bank twenty feet up from the first created God knows how many years ago in what must have been a near Noah-class drench. But still, it was exciting. I caught Willie, our youngest, standing out on the deck in the pouring rain watching the torrent as it reached its highest level Sunday afternoon, his head cocked to one side, a worried expression on his mostly muzzle face. Don’t you wonder sometimes what your dog friend is thinking? I know I do…seems like more and more I wonder. Sort of a variation on taking the time to smell the flowers.

So, yes, it’s me again. Today’s Welcomer, I learned just a few minutes ago, is indisposed so I’ll jot off another missile and you can read it or not; your choice. (As if it’s ever not your choice.) The good news—Bruce Campbell, Dean of the Welcome columnist, will be here tomorrow.

I dream about the Nevada County Fairgrounds and have been for going on forty years. It’s not surprising when you think about it; in fact I’m willing to bet that some of you do too. Bluegrass music took such a powerful hold of me that first festival back in 1975 that Fathers Day weekend became, pretty much overnight, the single most anticipated, intensely experienced and then most affectionately remembered few days of each year. The third weekend in each June was…still is…like Christmas, New Years and my birthday all rolled up into one. So, sure, it just stands to reason that the fairgrounds would be the setting for my somnambulistic ramblings from time to time.

Last night was a doozy. It was a Saturday night and my band was scheduled to play on the main stage. The entire dream was spent trying to round up the other members of the band. I wandered through the campgrounds, the fairgrounds, the parking lots, finally finding the guitar player, then the banjo player, only to lose the guitar player again. It seemed like this went on and on and on, and of course the time got closer and closer for us to walk on stage. (In reality dreams only last for two or three minutes at most, but sometimes, like last nights, they feel like they go on forever.) I will confess that not only are the festival fairgrounds a recurring setting for my dreams, the frantic collecting and coercing of people to get one thing or another done before some deadline is a recurring theme. Sort of my lot in life even in slumber.

Last night’s dream was extraordinarily vivid…my Fathers Day dreams at Grass Valley always are…because after attending thirty-six festivals, twelve of which I had some responsibility for what goes on there, it feels like I know every tall pine and rock and nook and cranny on the several-acre property. And that, I believe eminently qualified me to take on the assignment I was given over this past weekend…the rainy, might-as-well-stay-inside weekend. Jeff Handley, the Boulder Colorado photographer who just sort of showed up from out of nowhere last June and offered to snap some of his incredible panoramic shots of our festival, made the assignment. Jeff works for a company called TourWrist and one of his primary jobs is to travel throughout the United States taking what they call ‘enviropix’, 360-degree photographs of huge gatherings…sporting events, fairs, and, yes, music festivals. (Tough job, eh?) Lucky for us, Jeff and his wife are major bluegrass folks and while visiting friends here in Northern California got wind of the FDF and came on over for the week.

Anyways, Jeff got some terrific panos of our event throughout the week and it was my job to write up little descriptions of them for TourWrist. Naturally what we get out of the deal is having for our web site a very lovely and dynamic collection of images that we can use for promoting our event in the years to come. So, the job I put off as long as I had good weather to do what needed to be done on our property finally got finished over our rainy, rainy weekend. All eleven panos, along with their descriptions, are now completed and we’ll be creating a new page on cbaontheweb.org to house them. In the meantime, I’ve decided to share them with you. In fact, dear friends, if you do take the time to view the 360’s and have any comments about them, or about the descriptions I wrote, (as in, ah, proofing for mistakes), I’d love to hear from you at rickcornish7777@hotmail.com. I’d be obliged. Have a tremendous Tuesday. Here are the links to the Fathers Day Festival panoramas. Enjoy.

Vern’s

Lions Lake

Quaker Hill

Our Main Stage, Nighttime

Our Main Stage, Daytime

Hookups Camping Area Full-

Kids On Bluegrass Camp Area

Concessions Row

The Pioneer Stage

Gate Five, Main Entrance into our Fathers Day Festival


 
Posted:  12/4/2012



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