Saturday morning sunshine & dirt

By Debbie Ingram

Published: June 6, 2009

The sun is shining and it is beautiful at BamaJam.

From where we sit at the campgrounds in the Friends and Family area, the highly-traveled road in front of us is nothing but a mud pit. And it stinks, BAD. I have tried to come up with something to compare it to and my mind went back to Missouri and one of the other lives I had. It smells like a hog pen. All part of the adventure! And there is a reason I left that life behind.

We should see lots of bikini tops today—I am wearing mine, as a matter of fact. The sun is intense. Rode over to Dothan this morning to shower and shave the legs, get a good hair washing and dump off Sid Rock. She won’t be around tonight to hear Kid Rock. BamaJam goes too late for a 7 year old.

We ended up not participating in the Bikers for Babies ride, but saw that it was a group of about 75 or so. The mud was a deterrent. I couldn’t see coming back in here through the mud on a bike after I dropped the bike just last weekend on a gravel road.

What’s that sound? OMG—an answer to a prayer. It is SAND!! By the truckloads, sand is being dropped on our mud pit road!!! Ask and it shall be delivered unto you….. He is dropping little piles. I just asked baby to go get the shovel out of the back of his pickup truck. Give the man a little help.

BTW, for second-time festival goers…. I have not seen the first grasshopper! I did hear of one sighting however!

Ok, signing off… time to lay out!