The Gig From Hell, Concluded

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A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about a gig that quickly turned into something weird. The directions I was given were wrong, I couldn't find an English-speaker in a nearby town to help me, there was no cell phone coverage at the site of the gig (a campground at a lake surrounded by hills), and when I finally got there, I lost my car keys. From there, things picked up, sort of. I found my car keys on the floor of my SUV, between two seats (don't ask; I don't know). I shuttled down to the main area and listened to a couple of bands play on the "big stage." I coudn't find any of my friends or band mates, so I played "soccer" with a family that kind of "adopted" me. There was a Grateful Dead show vibe to the place, but I didn't smell pot in the air. I then shuttled back to my car and had a great jam with myself under the stars. That was probably the highlight of the "gig." The air was fresh, the temperature was moderate, and I really "got into" the music I was playing. I "crashed" in my truck, and slept well. The next morning, I found a parking place near where we were playing, walked around near the lake, and enjoyed the scenery. A bass player I didn't know joined us for the gig itself, and it went fine. There were all of 30 people in the audience (it was a small stage), and we played without amplification. Then I hung with my band mates for awhile and drove home. I never did find my usual jamming buddies (they played a set there as well, but had actually left the night before), and I never did eat any of the food there. I'll attach a picture of the place (Lake Del Valle) from its website. Other than jamming by myself under the stars, the highlight was my short hike by the lake, taking in the pretty scenery before the gig itself.