Free feet at Floyd Fest

I've always been a persnickity, fussy gal and it's probably a good thing that I was brought up in a no-nonsense mountain family. Otherwise, I would be completely and unbearably obnoxious instead of having my neurosis tempered by a strict upbringing. I'm fussy, extra-sensitive, but not spoiled. I think of this sitting in the woods camping at Floyd Fest, glad to have brought my tennis shoes. My feet are probably the most metaphorical body part I have. I love to get them massaged and lightly tickled several times a week, if not daily, and they are especially sensitive to temperature, affecting my whole-body system if they are too hot or too cold. Yet I can still walk barefoot on almost any surface, and can be on them for the better part of a 14 hour work shift without crying too much. So anyway, I was glad to have brought my tennies 'cause even a lovely, sun-filled-sky day on a ridge in Floyd can carry quite a chill in the breeze or even simply out of direct sunlight. They help keep my toes warm and the rest of me comfy to listen to the awesome live music playing all around.

Now, if they only made shoes that would keep you from ending up in a crumpled pile at the bottom of your tent in the morning. Needless to say, we got a sloped spot for the tent!