I don't know what to say

It was great!

It seems much too small a statement really. And yet to tell all would require hours (days maybe?) and I'm afraid it loses some of it's excitement if I tell the story too many times... some things just lose their lustre when they are verbalized.

And besides, it might be hard to explain:
- how staying to dismantle a stage made a really good weekend seem perfect;
- how the train seeming to come through your tent in the middle of the night could seem so funny;
- why the fact that those coulees and hoodoos beside the stage are actually a disc golf course was an intensely exciting discovery (ok maybe that's easier to explain);
- how wonderful the back rubs were, giving or receiving;
- how only one man could carry off those checkered pants the way Kris can;
- how an odd steak cooked on a pitchfork can seem like a good idea (not to mention quart jars of beer);
or just how hilarious the air band was after a few swigs of Jim Beam ...although I think it would have been hilarious under any circumstances - air band is just funny. Especially when performed by extremely accomplished musicians.

It's easy to say the music was great, the company wonderful and the weekend was, yes, fabulous. But the specifics and the stories are already becoming abstract and long winded and I need to smell the scent of stale woodsmoke in my sweater to remind myself that I was actually there.

It's one of those things that you can never truly explain. "You had to be there" sounds condescending and cliche but really....