This was our 2nd annual trip to the Kerrville Folk Festival. Last year we camped onsite with several other families. But this year, as it turns out, it was just us. We camped at Koyote Ranch, a very nice privately owned campground, and rented a little one room cabin (with A/C). With no watch on our wrist and no daily plan, we did what felt right to fit the family wants/needs, and relished the freedom of it all. We enjoyed the pool, the hot tub, local hiking, local watering holes with crystal clear water, the view from the front porch, and a nice long nap on Saturday afternoon. Afterall, we had to prepare for the evening festivities, which didn't begin until 7:00ish, and lasted until 11:30ish.
At the festival, the kids were real troopers, being off their schedules and all, and seemed to very much enjoy the music, the glow sticks, the people watching, the camaraderie, the activities, the dancing, and the overall good vibes of the festival. They loved to watch the musicians up close and really seemed to gain an appreciation for live music! (Then, they sacked out on the drive home and were very easy to put to bed!) We also all enjoyed a bit of body art to put us in the festive mood.
Monday, we headed back to Sea World, to enjoy what we missed after getting rained out a few weeks ago. The kids were entranced with the dolphins and again, Shamu. We also saw an incredible water ski show, full of amazing tricks and antics by talented water athletes. Scott and I had several turns each on the roller coasters (there was no wait at all!) which brought back memories from Cedar Point Days. TJ also got his first roller coaster ride on the Shamu Express. The kids had a blast in the water park, which was full of sprinklers, hoses, water wheels, etc. On the way home, TJ asked, "Mommy, why don't I have a blow hole?"
Scott is the ones with his hands out in the picture below. The kids could see him from below, so he was trying to get their attention.
After a fun filled weekend, we crawled into our van turned home, that had a certain "lived-in" feel to it. To say the least, with dirt under our own fingernails, there was a certain amount of crumbs and "stuff" in every crevice and corner. And behind each of those crumbs, a fond story or memory.
One funny story in particular, speaking of little orange crumbs, at breakfast one morning TJ found a package of cheetos at the cash register that he wanted so badly. Scott told him that we would get some later on "if he was lucky." After eating all of his breakfast, TJ promptly walked up to Scott and said, "Daddy, I need cheetos. I'm lucky." (Note all the cheeto fuzz around his eye.)
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