We headed back to Lake Havasu City for the third time this trip and Bluegrass on the Beach. We have been to a few bluegrass festivals but never for more than one day and have never taken our RV to a festival. We were excited to do that and excited because Corinne was going to drive over from San Diego to join us for the weekend.
We arrived on a Tuesday before the Festival started on Friday, and were a bit apprehensive about where we would park, how were we going to save a tent site for Corinne and just what lay before us. But we’ve never been too afraid of the unknown so away we went. The Festival was held at Lake Havasu State Park right on the shores of Lake Havasu. There was plenty of room when we arrived so we picked a spot in the paved parking lot (all dry camping) and headed to the sandy beach where the tent sites were and marked off a place for Corinne and her friends with folding chairs, coolers, and a rug.
It was fun to watch as each day more and more Rvs arrived and the place really filled up with hundreds of Rvs. We watched as they set up the stage and sound system in a grassy field about 25 yards from where we were parked. We also watched as they brought in golf carts, port-a-pots, portable showers, ice machines, vendor tents, garbage barrels, etc. There is a lot involved in setting up a festival like this.
While we were back in Lake Havasu, we took the opportunity to do some shopping, get prescriptions filled, Ed played pickleball several times, and we went back to the Elks Lodge for their delicious Wednesday night rib dinners. It was just as good as the last time we ate there back in January. Maybe a few less people, but this time there was dancing after dinner with a live singer and we did dance a little, even though we are not good dancers. I think it was the influence of Dave and Mary Jane Hock, who are great dancers and encouraged all of us to dance whenever there was an opportunity.
The Festival started Friday morning and went through late afternoon Sunday. It was so much fun listening to all the various bands who played throughout the weekend. There were 10 different groups and a lot of pic’in and grin’in going on all weekend. In the evening, you could hear groups all over the campground “jamming”, sometimes into the wee hours of the morning. Everyone seemed to be having a great time and we really enjoyed the atmosphere.
We especially enjoyed being able to share the experience with Corinne and her friend Carlee who camped on the beach but came over to share breakfast and dinner with us. We played games in the evening, and once again Carlee was the big winner. We’re going to make her play left handed next time. Sadly, they had to leave early Sunday afternoon for their 5 hour drive back to San Diego. But before they left, we walked over the London Bridge just so they could say they did and had one last delicious root beer float from a vendor at the Festival.
Now we are headed West again and into California. It will seem pretty quiet now that we are going “solo.” But I am sure more adventures are awaiting us. I’ll let you know what we find.