Here's the traditional self-picture of Tim and me:
Our friend Bryan flew in with some other friends for the weekend. It was great to see him:
We were supposed to be attending with James and Laura. They punked out, but Laura attended for Saturday only. We also hung out a lot with their (now our) friend Betsey:
It was really dry, and 60,000+ people will turn a dry field into a dust bowl. I insisted on a mask the last day. I think Bryan might have really been making fun of me, but I don't care:
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