I made it through the wilderness...

Okay, so it was the Sierra Nevada World Music Festival.

I think it is funny how little confidence people have in my ability to rough it. The jokes are non stop: About the dirt, being a princess, high maintenance, so I am left to play the part and my 12 years of Girl Scouting is well- my own dirty little secret.

Seriously, my parents do not camp but thanks to being a Girl Scout then a Brownie Girl Scout Leader, I learned all about the great out of doors. Tent camping, cabin camping, backpacking, rv camping, etc... I have done it, at least once.

So, when my friend invited me to Mendocino county, Booneville to be precise I couldn't even make a bad joke. After a late night catching up with some LA friends that were in town, I pulled my sleeping bag off the shelf, packed my toiletries, and a really cute burgundy suede garment bag (no, I do not own any thing remotely like a duffel bag, or backpack). I filled my canvas farmers market bag with water and snacks for the two hour drive.

I was ready on time, my friend was amazed but I was really looking forward to heading out to the country.

We made it to Booneville and saw the fairgrounds, across the street from the wine tasting room. We had some time before we met up with her friends so, we decided to go wine tasting. Six tastings later, we each bought a bottle of wine, freshened up, and got the Booneville scoop from the local.

Our one day admission wristbands on, we met up with the rest of the group. A half mile trek though the dusty dirt and we were at at the campsite. It was a Seattle/LA collaboration and I found my place on the floral outdoor rug and graciously accepted a mojito. My kind of roughing it.

The two stages were filled with music, we drank cool beers like water, and ate our way though the yummy organic food.

I was amazed at the amount of happy children present. I did not see one crying baby. A Mexico city band from the Razteca movement was on the schedule and it reminded me of my cousin in San Diego and her family.

The day melted into the night and the dance hall party was a warehouse full of festival goers dancing to the beats of StoneLove- amazing. If it was hot and sunny by day, it was cold and chilly by night. The moon hung in the star filled sky and the Sierra's in the background- stunning. Found a warm cup of tea, to take with me on the half mile walk back.

The next morning our friends greeted us with latte's as we debated the drive back. Unable to will ourselves back to reality we found a campsite that was breaking up and without hesitation they slipped off their weekend wristbands so we could enjoy one more day...the company couldn't be better.

Musical favorites: Bunny Wailer, Les Nubians, Derick Morgan....unfortunately I am not that familiar with the music. As we left they asked if I would join them again- and I had to say yes:) Bless.