Stragglers (Mountain Jam, Part IV)

The back-channel comments about the T-Shirts were very funny, and some of your additions were better than mine,  particularly the one that had a picture of a UPC over an ample chest with the slogan "Check These Out".
Based on my observations, the answers are A-3, B-5, C-1, D-4, E-2.

Today, nothing but stragglers left around.  The parking lots are empty except for a few RVs, the litter will get picked up over the next few days and the State Troopers have gone back to their regular routes.  Tickets for cell phone use while driving (STD?) a little strange given the DUI candidates that must have been available. I only heard the ambulance siren four times over the weekend, so I guess that is a success.

Between the Hunter webcams and the WDST web-streaming, being nearby with a broadband connection was almost as much fun as being inside the gates, unless you love using those port-a-potties.  Some of the music didn't rise to the occasion, some did!, but those friends did show, pitch a tent, pick up their mittens, have some lunch off the barbie, and tell stories about the former girl-friend.  If this were a different kind of blog, I would share them with you. Let me just say, the former girl-friend's T-shirt read "If I'm Not Happy, Nobody's Happy."

You Never Know How Many Friends You Got...

...until Mountain Jam comes along in June:

Lost your number -- hey, you found it when MJ rolled around!

Long time to see -- you got lonely just in time for MJ?

Let's do lunch -- sure,  coincidence that MJ is in full swing?

I'm in the neighborhood -- yeah, after driving 3 hours to MJ;

Did you ever find my mittens? -- you need them in June, when MJ is rockin?

It's me, Joe! -- Joe who?  The Joe that cancelled 3 ski days in March!

I broke up my girlfriend! -- in order to save the cost of a MJ pass?

Can I borrow a tent  ... to put up on your lawn? -- who are you, Ghaddafi?

...and it's is only Saturday morning.  Let's see who else decides they're my friend this weekend!

Intro to Mountain Jam at Hunter Mountain

I think MJ@HM is better reported after the event.  Let's see how it goes -- I live a mile away and its already encroaching.  After 11pm, I hear guitar bass, percussion, increased traffic, police sirens and shouting pedestrians.

Earlier today, as I walked my dogs around Dolan's Lake, I caught a glimpse of some of the arriving music lovers, clearly surprised and unprepared for the low temperatures and high winds.   Three T-shirts stood out from the expected repertoire of Rock Stars, Peace Symbols and Tie Dyes:

"Don't Worry Gringo -- I'm Here Legally."

"Make Babies Not War." (A 21st century update of the enduring Woodstock-era  slogan)

And the best T-shirt, Bumper sticker and Refrigerator magnet ever made:

"Still Pissed At Yoko."