There comes a moment, between that time when the last partier has zipped up the tent in the primitive grounds or the RV door has closed for the night, and when the crews start setting the stage for the early morning sound check, that the darkened music festival fairgrounds belong to the silence. The sun hasn’t snuck up on the horizon, and the chorus of crickets is still in full-throated – or stridulating -glory.
For those cursed with the circadian rhythm of a cricket and who rise before the sun, what can you to do have fun before the crew has awakened? Maybe an outing that can wedge a little more adventure into your 24-hour day.
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