Day 2 in musical mountain heaven a.k.a. the Telluride Bluegrass Festival. Some turtles, a little String Cheese, another beautiful day, and smiling faces everywhere. Completely magical.
Every morning, when the fest opens at 9am, dedicated festivarians race to throw their tarps, chairs, and tents down to secure a good viewing spot for the day. Many camp in line overnight to obtain their little piece of temporary Telluride real estate. It was fun to watch.
Tarp race observers.
These two scored a prime spot and took a moment to celebrate.
I took a break from the festival to stroll around town.
Telluride Farmers' Market
This is someone's house. Love.
I stopped by Elks Park to check out the free community guitar lessons.
Later I played some darts and drank a couple delicious Colorado beers at O'Bannon's Irish Pub.
The outside of another fantastically American home.
My favorite camper on the trail back to TBF.
Back at TBF, things had kicked into full gear.
After Trampled by Turtles, I went to check on the Drepung Monks' progress with their sand mandala.
The intricacies of the stunning mandala were already apparent.
The String Cheese Incident. I hadn't seen them in over a decade so their set had me experiencing waves of nostalgia.
One of my favorite acts of the whole fest.
One of my favorite acts of the whole fest.
This dude was feeling it!
These little cuties were not. Ha!
There was a designated hula hooping and dance area. This little girl was so adorable.
Sunset from the tent area.
Hands free! How convenient.
The Masters of Bluegrass finished off Day 2 with some classic tunes.
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