We borrowed a tent for Merlefest. We had four girls, an 8-man tent, four carloads of gear, and a disco ball. Our tent was palatial, with a seriously impressive thermal swing from day to night.
I loved out tent. I loved our campsite on the bluff. I loved our fire ring, and our neighbors, and and our shuttle bus, and our lumberjack breakfasts.
I drifted off to sleep that first night, to the strains of “There…are stars…in the sou….thern sky.” I decided on the spot to quit my job, sell my house, and move to Merlefest.