
We started out in Honesdale to see stonework, and then headed over to Richard and Roberta's fabulous property at the Overlook road. Both stops were well worth it, but I went on to Mary's alone to see her plein aire pastels, gab and drink a cool glass of lemonade.
I thought High Watermark was scheduled for Friday night, but L called to check and we both discovered it was Saturday, so we stayed in, talked nearly all night and ate Chinese food.
Then Saturday I devoted myself to Callicoon's Street Fair, and held a few impromptu interviews with the Fly Fishers and the Men's Hunting Club. I also approached the Livingston Manor Quilters--not a very receptive group.
HighWater was a good evening with Tom reading one of his amazing short stories--a compelling narrative of a trumpet player. I certain hope it reaches a wider audience and appears in print. I also met some new and interesting folks.
With just enough sleep to start Sunday morning with one cup of coffee, I dashed over to see Jim's barn structure, and stayed for more than an hour talking wood, barns, politics and life in the county. I excused myself to make my way to Ray and Carol's house to see his famous sculpture and amazing jewelry.
Imagine my surprise to find MlG doing a video of Ray, and my further surprise that somehow J and I miscommunicated and she never met me.
When passing through Narrowsburg I spied a parking space so I checked out Riverfest, and met a few of my neighbours and acquaintances. It is always lovely to met CB, a most accommodating and warm person to chat with anytime and even in the middle of a street fair.
I also stopped to chat with Charles, and ask if I could call and interview him for my convivium article. He agreed.
By the time I had retraced my steps back to my own house, I was exhausted but smiling.
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