A good day. We got pretty much set up. We have some video stuff to do in the morning. We played until 2. After I cleaned up a little and buttoned up the stage, I went down to the lake. I sat there on the end of the new (to us) gangway for my soon-to-be-rescued half underwater dock.

Dark and quiet, the faint sounds of campers settling in, young people around campfires, kids tucked in RVs. The whole neighborhood in bed or getting there.  Hugs and good nights, cars leaving and bit by bit I was left with the sounds of my quiet yard.

Wild kingdom sounds.  Fish jumping, ducks ducking, a night heron in the big tree that is still near the water this year, like they were JAMmin' too, the sound was great. Quiet. Campfires flickering out, one last BANG from a neighbor down the row.

After that it was like the whole neighborhood sighed, closed their eyes and went to sleep.

I walked up the hill past sleeping campers back to the stage. Dark now, curtains closed. I climb under and sit there with just the little eyes of the power strips looking back at me, then the glowing eyes of my cat, catching light from somewhere...

As has become our party tradition, my cat jumped up and rubbed up against me and lay down next to my chest on the quiet, empty stage. Comfy on our new carpet.  We sat there for a moment in the dark in the quiet.

I walked up the hill and turned out the lights.

Last man standing. I like that. Happy 3rd of July.