Changes in Latitude, Changes in Attitude

Mike and Letha flew out for the weekend to go to the Jimmy Buffett concert with us. It is always great to spend time with them, and where better than Jimmy Buffett? We have great memories from a concert in Atlanta several years ago. (Sadly, I don't recall the year, but I could do some research to figure it out.)

Mike and Letha started the day with a one-mile jog, since she's training for a 5K. I went to the grocery store for the rest of our Buffett buffet. Dave decided to adjust the tension on the garage door opener, but he was distracted by some neighborhood dogs; I'll blog about that when I get a chance.

We loaded the Camry and headed to Buffett. Making a stop along the way for ice, then another stop for cheese, ketchup, mayo, and aluminum foil for our Cheeseburgers in Paradise, which Dave cooked on our camp stove, since propane was allowed, but not charcoal.
We had to park in a field, but were close enough to the grounds to set up our tailgate on a soft, grassy area with a view of a Port-a-Potty. Initially, we thought ourselves lucky, until we discovered that the potty was privately rented and had a padlock on it.

The public ones were a bit of a walk, but you have to enjoy the crazy Parrotheads and the elaborate set ups many bring with them.

The Buffett crowd is fun-loving and friendly. Some folks tailgating near us invited us over to share their shade. Turns out one of their friends works in Hixon, Tennessee, where Letha's brother also works. These guys shared their port-a-potty with us, too.

Letha hitched a "cool" ride.