Wasn't that you who recognized me & yelled my name as I drove up two days before Gates last year? I'd been really excited to have suddenly spotted the Dye with Dignity sign but hadn't been able to discern faces sitting in the shade yet. Well--I think it was you.tamarakay wrote:My husband's laughter, the sound of someone calling out my name as I walk by their camp, the laughter of children and adults laughing like children.
The music is constant. The thump thump thump becomes a part of your world. When we hit Fernley our first night out I could not sleep. It was so quiet.
Either way--nothing better than hearing a friend call your name.