Summergrass San Diego Bluegrass Festival - day 1

Last night was supposed to be a great night to watch the Perseid meteor shower. This annual event occurs when Earth crosses the path of the Swift-Tuttle comet. This year there was almost no moon and we are not in the middle of town, so it should have been an easy view. I was up until 3 am, and just saw a couple of shooting stars and one meteor. The meteor was actually cool - it fell a little slower than the classic "falling star" and was larger, and red. But that was all we saw. And I woke up early at 6:30 so I'm pretty tired today.

This weekend the annual Summergrass San Diego Bluegrass Festival is going on at the Museum. It's three days of music, and this year it has a little extra tacked on, on Thursday afternoon. A lot of people arrived today and around 4 pm they put on some ad-hock performances in the grandstand area. The kitchen is in the same area, so Patti decided to open for business. I was able to help set up and sell for a few hours. 

Randy also helped in the kitchen, but he didn't get to do much; he had something much less fun to do. Not only did Randy have to wire the plug-in for our site, but now he has to find the old sewer line and add a usable end on it. Finding it was the first challenge - there is nothing to indicate where it used to be. We have to wait for the guy who laid the line years ago to arrive today. Fortunately he was able to give a point-of-line where it should be, so Dan got the excavator and dug. After he found it, Randy got in the hole with a shovel to dug around it. Apparently Randy needed lots of supervision; at one point he had Rick, Ken, Jack and Eric all making sure he was doing the job right.

Randy discovered that the pipe was broken, so they had to do it all over again, further out. Dan uncovered the line until they reached a part that wasn't broken, Randy carefully dug around it, then cut off the broken part. They couldn't finish the job today so they sealed off the pipe - with duct tape, of course.

In the afternoon we saw some odd smoke on the horizon. It was obviously from a fire but it wasn't the dark, rolling clouds that come from burning buildings. We learned there was a brush fire on Camp Pendleton, about 10 miles away. At that point 1,200 acres had burnt, and bits of ash floated down around us. 

But the firefighters have it under control now, so we went to dinner at the Upper Crust, where everything was good, and Randy's Antipasto Salad looked even better than my spaghetti.