This year’s American Travelling Morrice is over. Camp setup near Rockport, MA was on Saturday (the 6th) and there were two days of dancing before I arrived Monday evening, in time for sunset dinner at the Lobster Pool. There was a camp. There was singing. We bashed sticks. There was foolishness. We visited a shipbuilding museum. We had beer. Lloyd struggled to turn a straw into an oboe. I went colonial. There was cake. Some of us went on a schooner cruise. We helped. We were not idiots. The sun set again. John spoke. It was hot. We danced anyway.We had more beer. We kept our pants up. It got hotter. Then cooler. We knelt. I saw Gloucester from on high. There were bears. There was an audience. There was a guest performer. We shut down the transportation infrastructure.We danced some more.We had a feast, slept, packed up, and went home. Great week!
(Of note: I danced Oddington in public (Young Collins) for the first time in over 20 years. Also did Bampton, Chipping Campden, Ducklington, and Bledington.)