Blues Festival Weekend!

I could go on and on about the weekend of the North Atlantic Blues Festival. To keep it short though, I'll leave out the just as entertaining but less important stuff. First off, I got to watch most everything get set up and the public's excitement grow all day the Friday of that weekend. It's located right across the street from the visitor center!

That same afternoon I met up with my uncle, his wife, and her daughter after work. I met them at a friend of my uncles vacation house in one of the Rockland mountains. It was a full house all weekend long. Even the owners son along with two friends came up from Long Island New York! The house is beautiful. Matt, the homeowner, designed it himself, so it was quite out of the ordinary.

Driving back to the house with
a bucket of live lobsters

On the way to the festival the next morning, I found myself driving Matt's Ford Superduty deisel truck as the designated whoever pays attention and comes with us first taxi. He even made me back it into a parking space in downtown Rockland! I so did not sign up for that.

With that out of the way, I spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the festival, eating lobster, haddock, and drinking refreshing chai as I scoped out the merchandise filled tents. Soon enough though, we had to figure out how to feed such a house full of people.

Within the hour, I was driving a handful of us to Owls Head for fresh off the boat lobsters, listening to the live electric guitars and deep voices that poured from the truck's speakers (we could listen to the bands playing at the festival on the radio all weekend long!). They were hands down the best lobsters I've eaten. Ever. And I never pass up an opportunity for lobster, so I've had my fair share of lobster in my short 20 years of life.

I also had my fair share of heat and direct sunlight for one weekend, so I went back to the camper Sunday morning, but most of the bunch actually went back to the festival. What troopers.