Teeth chattering and bones chilled, I finally made my first appearance at Merlefest. No I did not perform unless you count the spectacle I made of myself trying to learn to flatdance (note to self – bring clogging shoes next time, tennis shoes and plywood floors are more than old knees can take). At least trying to dance was a good way to warm up! I was amazed at how easy it was to get in and out of the festival. I always imagined that Merlefest would be very crowded and hard to navigate. Of course, I also imagined enjoying the festival on a warm sunny spring day while I soaked in the rays and the sounds of beautiful music. But this time, the only thing I soaked up besides some killer songs from Paul Thorn and Robert Earl Keene was a light drizzle that would not allow the temperature to rise or allow me to dry out!
Here are some pictures that I gathered up while touring nearby wineries on Saturday. They love their dry wine in the Yadkin Valley Wineries. After tastings at several wineries there, it took me 2 days to get my face unpuckered. Thank goodness for the sweet, sweet muscadine grapes of coastal NC!