we drove down the day before the festival, so now we're an hour away and we set camp in a small and weird camping near springfield, massachussetts. we seem to be the only "travellers" there... it's past 9pm and the old guy at the gate charges us an exorbitant rate since we're late and we'll probably wake up the pops and grandmas in their cozy trailer park... so we set phil's humongus tent up by the moonlight, and after inflating our super-duper 54" mattresses (hey, we camp in style & comfort!) we sit down for a little beer (or 10) by the picnic table... ahhhh, the silence of the nice american countryside... from of the valley below, some weird enchanting sounds travel toward us...
...it ain't no delta blues, but they sure are howling wolves...
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