This past weekend, I fled the heat and grime of Atlanta and spent almost three days in the heat and grime of Tennessee. There, my sun roasted in the sun, my hair practically oozed with slick oil and my toes became dirt magnets — all in the name of music.
It’s this thing called Bonnaroo.
But Jeff and I hardly took photos. We ate copious amounts of festival food, ran into a few other friends from Missouri and — of course — went to quite a few good concerts. Like Stevie Wonder. And The Avett Brothers. And She and Him.
I did take this photo, though.
And that’s really about it. I’m just glad I was able to scrub all the dirt, sweat and sunblock out of my skin.