The Great Bluegrass Fake

I am sure that by now you have heard enough about bluegrass, so I have one last incident to relate. I have been playing along with the bluegrass pickin’ circle, mostly with Connie and Paula, who have encouraged me to sing as well as play. However, on the Saturday night, since they were just sitting around, I picked up my guitar and wandered through the campground. I sat in on two jam sessions, played the old rhythm guitar and sang a song when it was my turn in the circle and I really felt that I had managed to con people into thinking that I was part of the bluegrass scene, instead of being a tourist. It left me with a pleasant glow of self satisfaction that I had come into the middle of the bluegrass world and could hold my own in a jam session.
We have now packed up and said our farewells to Paula, Connie and Jim, Sandy and Don, as well as a number of other people we have made friends with. We arrived at O’Leno State Park late last night and set up in the dark, thank goodness that the site we had was a fairly easy access. I only had to reverse, more or less, straight. Just avoiding a tree by my front right wheel of the truck and swinging the back of the trailer round the power box, so that the slide out would miss it. It’s funny how we view things differently. I took three goes at getting the right line, then a couple of little goes to get into the right spot. I know that getting the right line is essential to reversing, so it doesn’t worry me to do it several times. But Sally gets really embarrassed when I have to take another go at it. Still my reversing is improving and Sally is improving in letting me take my time over it.
When we woke this morning and opened the blinds we find that we are in the middle of a forest. Sally, lying in bed, watched a large deer pass close to the trailer. We are hoping to take some more time to relax this week, soak up the sun and watch what else the forest has to offer.