Photo: Bryan Clifton

Thursday night’s Hackensaw Boys performance got festival goers in the mood to party. Spontaneous music cropped up through the campgrounds into the wee hours. The enthusiasm was fine and dandy, but I’m used to snoozing in quieter quarters. I gave in, but not to the music. I dug out my trusty Benadryl in hopes it would help lull me to sleep in spite of the nearby drum circle.