I enjoy camping in “the nature.” Pitch a tent, start a fire, and wait for darkness (and s’mores). On a recent trip to Hagan Stone Park in Pleasant Garden, NC something interesting accompanied the sound of owls hooting and crackling wood—music.
Not long after it started, my cuñado and I walked over to investigate. When we rolled up we heard a handful of dudes and a lady strumming on strings and belting out tunes. It was fantastic, amazing, and magical.
It’s not often that I get to hear live music when camping. And it’s great to know that this local campsite has bluegrass music more often than not.