Heaven? Brigadoon?

East of the sun, west of the moon?

None. All.

Ashokan.

Today I will drive across this bridge...

                                ... to get to this bridge...

... which I will walk and trip and undulate across every day for a week while teaching and singing at Ashokan Fiddle and Dance Western and Swing camp. My green heaven. The place of my song dream. The other way into Narnia.

I'll be back in the beginning of July.