Saturday night was abject hell. We got caught in that torrential downpour that delayed all the performances for the evening. And lemme tell ya - trying to wring out and dry your shit in a hotel room is less than ideal. Our little wagon was a water tank by the time we got back to the Sheraton 😂
Saturday was the first time we didn’t close down the island in a very long time but we were friggin’ done by then, listened to some of Steve Earle’s set live on CKUA. Regardless, I probably spent a good 40+ hours there over 4 days all told. Canmore Folk Fest was a trip too.
Kid and I went back to the hotel after Los Lobos, left Mr on his own for Steve Earle. 15 minutes after we got back to the hotel, Mr is at the room door looking like a drowned rat. He gave up on sticking it out 😂
Yes, there’s only so much one can endure, it took “suffering for your art” to a whole different level.🥶🥶🥶