Coasting ups and downs...

Greetings Blog fans! Happy to be back in good ole Durham for a minute. We had a wonderful time in Boston and New Hampshire doing our thing.

The camp in New Hampshire had to change locations this year and we were all a bit worried that the vibe of the camp would be too different and disorienting to the camp veterans. Well, it was different, but I think it came off really well in it's new location. Still rustic, still dusty, still funky. Sharon and I were mostly worried about our new digs. Usually we get an apartment to share with our friend Virginie. We have a kitchen and couches and it's a great place to be away from the madness that is swing camp. This year we were put in a B and B about ten miles from camp in Bristol, NH. I don't really go in for the frilly-frilly nature of most Victorian style B and Bs, but this place was awesome. Oh, it was frilly, but it was also cool. The place is called The Henry Whipple House and is run by a hilarious and warm Britsh ex-pat named Sandra and her husband Clay. Two nicer people you have never met. And the breakfast, oh, the breakfast was incredible. Warm scones and some incredible egg dish every morning. Made me want to jump out of bed, which, as you know, I am not prone to doing.

The camp itself went off pretty well for us. We had some mediochre classes and some flashes of brilliance. We were able to connect with some old friends and make some great new ones as well. I had a good time hosting the cabaret and got to play some ukulele on stage with my uke homies Richard and Esther from Rochester.

After camp we dragged our sorry asses back to Boston and imposed on our friend Marilee for one more night of hospitality before heading back to North Carolina, beat up but satisfied.