We left home for Winamac, IN (about a two-and-a-half hour drive north) and quickly realized: there is no good way to get there from here. Once we found our destination, we set up on a very nice golf course, inside of a gazebo. People danced and ate the crawfish boil. We played in the thick humidity. All was fine until I was almost deafened by mistake made on our mixer. I survived.
Thanks to the crew for taking some good photos!