On our way back from Massachusetts...while I had my head in my Kindle...my husband apparently mentioned to me that I could fulfill a lifelong goal of his if we ventured a bit off of our route and went to Woodstock. I apparently nodded in agreement.
My husband says I did so enthusiastically. I do not remember being enthusiastic.
What seemed like hours and hours of windy bathroomless country roads later...we pulled into this sort of huge grassy area.
I guess I was a little whiny.
who knew a grown man could cry over the Who...being there...years ago...I was clueless and speechless. And Janis and Jimmi and Crosby, Stills and Nash and Young...and Grace Slick? All of the above reverant names to my music loving husband. He literally was once again speechless...as I was once again clueless...
My music involvement basically revolves around sound tracks...Dirty Dancing and Twilight and A Night At The Museum...music my husband openly scoffs.
The above is a photo of Lucy and Patty at the head of the Woodstock bird. I have to say I thought the Woodstock birdie was the one on Charlie Brown. Lucy was not that happy and my hair is pulled back into a ponytail because the wind was really blowing on both of us.
We were supposed to have a lovely picnic there...this involved my husband wolfing down his sandwich to take more photos...and taking Lucy off to touch almost every plaque at Woodstock. I just barely stopped my husband from driving into the famous farmhouse.