Modoc Wrap Up

Sliding on cardboard on the grassy hill behind the staage as the sun sets.
The really nice BBQ guys. Gold bless them.
The Henry Riffle and shot gun raffle///I love this fair.
Voice of the fair.
Strange bug...a sphinx moth larvae.
Indian Taco.
There was a lot of this consumed by most of the adults here. (Not us)
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Between shows in a sand box provided by Kid's Town America
The Wylde Side (Notice the drummer has a bag on his head.

These guys are from our hometown and they were a lot of fun...talented too.
This fly strolled a table I was sitting at for about 10 minutes without flying away. You could get within a half an inch of him with out him moving.
The ant (kind of hard to see...at the tail of the hornet) was pulling this dead hornet across the parking lot.

Sorry for not blogging sooner but the last two days of the fair found the hotel with router problems and hence no Internet.

Outside the big dance on Saturday night we drew the biggest crowds at each show. Being a small town and county (population-wise) it was good we rotated three shows because we had a number of repeat audience members (I call them stalkers). I suppose it is good sign when so many come back time after time.

The announcing duties (Voice of the Fair) went smoothly except when the line I used started to garble each time I used it (the amp is over 25 years old with large knobs like the old gas stoves, and the mic wasn't much younger) we changed lines then discovered the mic had a sweet spot...if you kissed the mic (Put your mouth against it) and spoke directly into the dented spot on the top the sound would go out over the PA. Problem solved.

The BBQ people were tremendously kind to us. They even made up 5 sandwiches to go at the end of the fair. And I gotta tell you thems was good BBQ!

The pack up was a bit slower than usual as the kids had been a bit sloppy in the pre-load prep.

But we did get it loaded and were on the road. This area is famous as the drive-way for Burning Man, a drunken pagan sex drugs and rock n roll event in the Nevada desert attracting people willing to pay the $400 gate fee from all over California, Oregon, Washington, and Canada All over the world really). So all along the hwy way down the mtn. we passed overloaded vehicle after vehicle on their way to the celebration of the soullessness. No doubt who was who because they dressed the parts in goth, mock-hippy, mocking (anti-)Christian, unwashed, matted hair, kilts, nearly naked, ripped and torn, etc etc costume. At the gas station in Alturas everyone of them in line in front of us bought liquor and exotic cigarettes. Not one drove a Prius. There were converted old school buses, campers, rusted cars, expensive cars, modified campers, home-made campers, several vehicles pieced together to create a camper like thing, etc.

Thankfully we made it off the hill and home before midnight...tomorrow (today) was the first day of school.