I arrived around noon Friday and saw a familiar face - Zurf's friend Roger, He informed me we had three campsites so I picked out a spot near Jets stomping ground. Saw a red car with NY tags and assumed it had to be Amie and Jim so I went over to introduce myself. Every blue moon or so I meet someone I instantly like and that was the case with Amie and Jim - within minutes were were gabbing like old friends. Next to playing around the campfire in the evenings, the time I spent BSing with Jim was my favorite thing to do (plus munching on large chunks of dead cow and sipping the Jack and ginger ale they provided).
Putting up a tent in the hot sun had broken out quite a sweat, but Jets (Jeff) invited me to sit in the shade at his campsite. Before long our guitars came out and we had an afternoon jam going with Jim joining us as our audience. Jeff is one hell of a songwriter, and I really enjoyed listening to his lyrics. We played so much that by the time Zurf and company showed up from their day on the river, I was already hoarse. I was introduced to Paul and found out that evening that "that old dude rocks". Pix (Chris) and BJ showed up and I was disappointed that he was too tired to join in on the pickin', but we all understood that he was pretty tired. We played until around midnight although "quiet time" was supposed to commence at 11. As we didn't get any complaints from other campers, we must not have been too loud.
While others either fished or hung out at the campground Saturday, I drove a "circle route" and visited the Chancellorsville, Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania Civil War Battle sites. It was humbling to view the ground that so many had bled on 150 years ago. I probably bored everyone by playing some Civil War songs I knew or wrote for the first hour or so of the picker's circle Saturday night. We had a great time playing, Jim finally pulled out his guitar and played a couple songs - even teamed up with Zurf on one. Amie shared her fantastic voice with us (I think Jim should just drive a tour bus for her), Paul played one great song after another, Jeff continued to grab us with his lyrics and Chris finally played a tune for us. Zurf (bless his heart) always seems to pull out a tune that matches whatever the mood is at the time and add to the evening's enjoyment. I had a great time playing and was honored that the group seemed to enjoy my songs. We played until about 1:30 Sunday morning. Jeff's family sat with us and I enjoyed talking to his grand daughter - an absolutely beautiful child. I could see where she gets her good looks from - grandma and mommy - lord knows it wasn't from Jeff (bless his heart).
I had a wedding to attend Sunday, so I headed out at around 6 am for the 7 hour drive. I really hated to leave, but hopefully we'll get together again.
I told Zurf that since he put the Jam together, it was his responsibility that everyone had a good time. As he didn't receive any complaints, I must assume a good time was had by all.
Dirty Ed