I felt like a wimp after the moonshine tasting. I doubt those teeny little shots even equaled one real shot but my insides were now as warm as my outsides and it was 83 degrees! I thought I’d just kick back and enjoy a little local ambiance.

Outside the Moonshine tasting was a stage. The chairs set up were all rockers. I staked out a front row seat and began rocking away. I’d love to take one of these home.

Pretty soon a bearded “hillbilly” with a mandolin climbed onto the stage.

He was followed by a gap-toothed guitar player, a young banjo player and an even younger looking “fiddle” player.

He said usually they had a bass player too but something had come up that day and the bass player couldn’t make it.

I didn’t know any of the songs they played but I sat through the first set with my toe tapping to the music. They were pretty darn good. Turns out they have some CD’s out too. They were hawking them during “intermission”.

I stuck around for the 2nd set when a harmonica player from Pennsylvania sat in. The 2nd set was just as lively as  the first but it was time to get moving again. I was getting too comfortable in that rocking chair.