Take 80 acres in rural Virginia an hour’s drive out of Roanoke. Drop in a line-up of the top musicians and acts from across the jam, blues, bluegrass, Zydeco, Appalacian, and Americana space. Create scenic views from the Blue Ridge Plateau that would make a National Geographic photographer’s shutter finger envious.
And you have FloydFest.
Bordering Patrick and namesake Floyd counties, the festival is pushing two decades as a staple in the Midlantic coast music scene. Before there was Wanee (RIP), Mountain Jam, Peach, or Lockn’, there was FloydFest.
Continue reading “FloydFest: Two Decades of Camping & Jams in Western Va.”
There’s a vibe that rolls through 
Much of RVing and camping are a learned experience. Every outing brings a new event to be cataloged in memory and used in the future – or hopefully, forgotten to the ether. It’s especially true when traveling with pets (dogs, really). We wrote previously about 
The best-laid roadtrips often get blown out. This story begins about a year ago when Barry and Jen had a tire blowout on the road to Hulaween. Once home, Barry replaced Bertha’s crappy “Chinabomb” tires with what we came to realize – yesterday on Florida’s Turnpike – were another set of crappy Chinabombs. A blowout left us stranded on the roadside – with one tire shredded and another punctured, and the brass fittings of the LP gas lines serving the fridge and stove sheared off.
