Hmmmm, that looks familiar Tony. You wouldn’t be in my neck of the woods would you? Give a shout if you are cause I wouldn’t pass up the chance for some whistle/flute related crimes against nature. Anyways I hope you are enjoying yourself. It sure beats the crap out of a hot weekend stuck in traffic in the Bay Area. Now all you need to do is get a house up there so you can get out of the city every weekend. We could carpool!! hehe
Tony!
It’s rare, but sometimes we find the center of the universe. Too bad that the universal ‘hub’ is moving from spot to spot so fast that we are only able to enjoy it for a few days at a time. Thank goodness that the UH (Universal Hub) is attracted the sounds of bubbling water, rustling leaves and good whistling!
The whole thing was faked with photoshop. I’m really in a business suit at a board (bored) meeting. Just kidding.
Siskyou Mountains in Northern California, not too far from the southern Oregon border. On a Calif map, take I-5 to Yreka, cut over to Fort Jones, Etna, find the North Fork of the Salmon River about 5 miles from Sawyers Bar. We spent a lot of time at the river swimming, jumping off a big rock, and, of course, I played the whistle down there. The temperature got up to about 105F a couple of days. (Too hot for me.) Cooled right down to about 65 at night, TG. Spent a week there. My father-in-law built this cabin in 1960. He’s added things to it over the years, like a hot shower, gas lighting, even has a gas powered refrigerator which I placed beer in (and removed at regular intervals). Worked on a couple of new reels, Woman of the House and Tim Moloney’s. Yep, good time.
Tony
Well, except it’s a low f whistle. And I wasn’t playing it at that moment, I was photographing it with the other hand (and a camera). Did anyone notice the rt hand is missing from the photo? I’m surprised no one mentioned it.
Tony
Tony,
Your picture reminded me, woodwinds in the woods, and good comradery.
Twice a year, Baltimore Folk Music Society has a music and dance weekend in the Catoctin National Park at Camp Misty Mount for about 80 to 120 folks. Last October, I sprinkled flute and whistle liberally off the back porch of our cabin filling the early morning glade. Later in the day some of the folks came down for intro class I offered.
Unknown to me at the time, one of the guys took some pictures. They were included in brochure for this past June, so he sent me copies.
Here’s pictures of me spreading the the word to …
And when you dance attendance on this hypothetical morsel of melodeon playing pulchritude, all your diatribes and box-bashing will be forgot in the face of what? Your hair?