We - Sonia, Trevor and I - head out from Rockbottom for Roberta Flack at the Courtenay Music Festival.
After prepping with a little beer we elbow our way to the front of the night-time crowd where we learn a critical head-banger lesson. Leave the moshpit to the young, delirious or drugged. The safe place to festival is in the remove of the beer gardens, a lesson we carry forward to the next day.
Saturday morning and Trevor is off to help Kerry with dirt-bike issues while Sonia and I are festival bound.
To the right is a picture of the two caballeros - Trevor and Kerry - before. Boys will be boys, rejoicing in short-cuts and getting dirt bikes dirty.
To the left is a forlorn Trevor, a fast disappearing bike and a returning tide.
The music festival is populated with goblins, ogres, witches and fairies, all wonderfully friendly and fun. I found these two on a shady path on the way to the Woodland Stage.
Stilts became an important part of my festival experience. First I spied this young gent.
Then this young lady!
Finally this guy gives it a try!
For me the neatest of the five stages was the Woodland. People passed by that sylvan stage coming or going, to and fro, a cooling dip in the nearby summer river. But over all this the music rules and the music was great!
The main stage was closest to the beer gardens, a natural gravitational center, pulling us ever in. Then late Sunday it was over!
One last time I flick the bird at Trevor (he started it!) and head out in my little white rented beater!
