I was outside taking pictures when O’Neil shows up to ask if I wanted to do a few trips with him until it’s time to go to the festival. Sure. Well, I thought I did until I got in the car and realized that riding up and down the road isn’t as interesting as it used to be. Oh I love to ride, but looking at different scenery takes my mind off the conversations in the car which sometimes can be difficult to follow.

After two trips I was ready to get out and head to the festival.

“What time do you want me to come for you?”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll grab a taxi. “

The festival almost didn’t happen due to the Folly Point grounds being the temporary holding place for construction materials. Mountains of dirt along with industrial equipment share the resting place of the Folly ruins. Plenty dust is generated by the huge dump trucks driven by very muscular, full-bodied men wearing hard hats and tight shirts…oooooweeeeee.

So it was moved to the Boston field, its original location.