“By the time the sun has passed over the horizon, most of the vendor barns have been stripped. Only a few sheep remain to reassure us a festival really did happen. Everything and everyone else has been loaded into cars, vans, trucks, and buses. Having given our last hugs and said our goodbyes, we slowly fan out into the crisp fall evening, headed for home.” Next year (knock on wood) you’ll find me back in the author’s area with a brand new book so hot off the presses we’ll have to wear oven mitts. But until then, we’ll always have #notRhinebeck. Thank you for sharing it with me. ❤️