The 90th annual Old Fiddlers' Picnic at Hibernia Park was a muddy affair this year.
We got there at about 11 a.m. and decided to catch some mainstage performers before visiting the informal jam sessions in the woods. We listened to a few solo acts and groups -- they sign up for their slots on the stage -- and sang along with "She'll Be Comin' 'Round the Mountain" (it's amazing what you remember from elementary school music class).
But then the dark clouds started to roll in and thunder rumbled in the distance. The usually easygoing emcee urged everyone to take cover, and the sound system was unplugged. We took our pulled pork sandwiches back to the Jeep, zipped the window in and just hung out as the rain poured down. A lot of cars spectators departed; we noticed with amusement that others were quick to snag their parking spots.
When the rain lessened, we walked over to the covered pavilion, which is where the musicians had gathered to jam with their fiddles, guitars, banjos, and ukuleles. There was even an upright bass, and one guy had a kazoo on his guitar strap.
"You never know when it'll come in handy," he said.
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