September 16, 2004 : It’s bluegrass time again, this time the second annual “Bluegrassin’ in the Foothills” at Plymouth CA. For those without an intimate knowledge of California geography (which includes myself), Plymouth is located on State Highway 49, a few miles north of Jackson, in Amador County, between State Highway 88 and US 50.

When I went to load my bike in the trailer this morning, it was gone – the cable had been cut. Heading up State 99, I stopped at Target in Modesto and got a new one. Actually I think the thief did me a favor. The gears were messed up on the old bike, and shifting resulted in the chain getting tangled up in the gears. It would probably have cost nearly as much to fix as I paid for the new bike.

Following directions provided by the promoter, I left highway 99 a few miles north of Modesto and took Jack Tone Road about 30 miles to Lockeford. This was followed by a highway-hopping route that included State 12, 88, 124, 16 and 49, which is the most direct path to Plymouth. Jack Tone road went through agricultural flat land, with lots of almond orchards the first few miles, then some pumpkins, melons, walnuts, and lots of tomatoes. One tomato field was getting its last picking of the season, as a tractor followed the pickers, plowing the vines under. Several trailers of green tomatoes sat in this field, awaiting transportation to – where? The fried green tomato plant?

A few miles past Lockeford, the change to SR 88 brought me into the beginning of the foothills, first passing through the bluffs along the Mokelume River. Although there was a fair amount of uphill, my guess is that Plymouth is not more than 1500 feet in elevation. It’s the site of the Amador County Fairgrounds, where the festival is being held, and I am camped in a barn – fortunately with no cows. The advantage of this location (besides having electric and water hook-ups) is having shade on my trailer and truck 24/7. Disadvantages include the need to use lights inside the trailer even in the daytime, and quite a few flies left over from fair time.

It’s quite warm here (probably about 90) but there is a good breeze from the west, so I spend most of my time outside – in the shade with a view of another barn and lots of nice big oak trees. The same promoter put on the festival I attended at Parker AZ in 2003, and he has a reputation for doing a good job.

My official bluegrass festival program calls for me to arrive on Wednesday. You can come as early as Monday, but you can nearly always get a good spot on Wednesday. Since the music on stage starts on Friday, Thursday is a day to explore the area. First I explored Plymouth, about a ten-minute job. The population is either 500 (according to the city limit sign) or 900 (according to a lady in city hall). Regardless, it is an incorporated city, probably one of the smallest in the state. But not the smallest, since nearby Amador City has about 210. In addition to city hall, I visited the local market and the Shell gas station.

As a good bluegrass fan, I felt I would be remiss if I did not drive to Fiddletown, six miles east of here, so I headed for that old mining town, which dates from 1849. During the Gold Rush, it reportedly had the largest Chinese population outside of San Francisco. There did not seem to be anything worth stopping for, so I continued through town on Fiddletown Road, gaining elevation and getting up into the Ponderosa pine belt. I had picked up a visitor’s guide at the Plymouth city hall, so I had some guidance as I took Hale Road to Shake Ridge Road, which led me back down to Highway 49 at Sutter Creek. Another two miles up the road is Amador City, where I stopped. I went to several antique stores, and found some good Christmas gift ideas, so I put a good dent in my credit card.

I skipped the antique stores in Drytown, about half way between Amador City and Plymouth and got back to camp at 1:30, just in time for the afternoon reading/cocktail/report writing hour (or two).

September 19, 2004 : Now it’s Sunday evening, and as usual I didn’t have time to write once the music started. The festival officially got under way at 9:30 Friday, and ended today a little after 6. Friday was quite warm – probably around 90 degrees. I was in the sun part of the time, but I had placed my chair so that I got some thin shade from the branches of a huge blue oak tree much of the day.

We woke up Saturday morning to find it overcast and cool, but with no threat of rain. It was very comfortable all day to wear long pants and a long sleeve shirt.

It cleared off most of the night, but the morning was again cloudy, and rain started about the same time as the music. At first it was gentle mist, but soon got to a point where I went to my trailer to dig out my umbrella and poncho. This did not really solve the problem, since a hard driving rain started for a few minutes, getting my chair (and eventually my back side) wet and cold. I again returned to the trailer and listened to some people who were jamming in the barn.

Around this time they moved the festival inside an exhibit building, and at noon the music started again. Of course, by this time the rain had stopped and it was looking fairly bright outside, but it soon started raining again, with a fairly strong storm lasting an hour.

The weather notwithstanding, the music was good to excellent. Even a group that I did not care for before sounded pretty good, and there were several groups that were great. The best of those I had never heard (or even heard of) was Cedar Hill. It was also my first exposure to a couple of nationally known groups, Honi Deaton and Dream, and the Mark Newton Band. Both were excellent.

The best of the best were Karl Shiflett and Big Country, and the US Navy Band Country Current, both of which I had seen before. Another pleasant surprise was Bluegrass Etc., a three piece group. The bass player is Bill Bryson, whom I’ve seen with Laurel Canyon Band and the Grateful Dudes. He also played with the Desert Rose Band with Chris Hillman, and as session player with many big stars. This group was simply amazing for a three piece group.

(06/06 update): I also enjoyed John Murphy & Carolina Special, Silverado, Rick Jamison and Copper Canyon, The Lampkins Family, and Tony Trischka, who is a banjo legend. Silverado was joined for a couple of numbers by Scott Gates, a very accomplished young mandolin player, about 13  years old.

When I reviewed the photos from this festival for uploading, I was surprised and amused to find the line-up included a band called Jackstraw. At the September 2005 Kings River festival I won a CD in a drawing. There were two to choose from, neither of which I had ever heard of. The one I picked turned out to be very good. It also turned that I HAD heard of the band - it was Jackstraw. 

The festival, like the one at Paso Robles in March, featured Kids on Stage. This is a project of a man named Frank Sollivan, who encourages us to recognize the very young players who will be in the stage bands of tomorrow. A sign of his success with this project is that fact that is son is now a member of the Navy Band, which means he is at the very top level of bluegrass talent.

I’m staying here tonight, just hunkering down in my trailer with the computer, books and the TV set, since it’s mighty cold and getting colder outside.

September 20, 2004 : After breakfast this morning I hitched up and traveled 23 miles to Indian Grinding Rock State Park. This park is a few miles off CA 88, north of Pinegrove, which is just a few miles from Jackson, at the junction of 88 and 49. The campground is quite small, with about 20 spaces, only three of which are occupied.

The elevation is about 2400 feet, but with the northern latitude, the vegetation is more like 3500 feet in our area in the central Sierra. There are pine, cedar, oak and madrone trees here, and it has been bright and sunny all day, but quite cool. In the park is a large section of marbleized limestone with over 1200 grinding holes made by the Miwok Indians who are native to the area. There is also a very nice Indian museum, and a reconstructed village with bark houses, acorn storage structures, and a large round house.

After visiting the village and museum, I continued on north for about two miles to the tiny (population 80) town of Volcano, just so I could say I had been there. Actually I was looking for more Christmas shopping locations, but there were no suitable stores, so I went to the much larger (2500) town of Pinegrove, where I found a huge antique stores with many things I wanted and one that I bought (as a gift).

When I got back, it was pretty dark in my campsite (surrounded by woods), so I took my lawn chair a hundred yards down the hill to a big open meadow just south of the museum complex. I saw two deer when I first when down there. By 6 p.m. the advancing shadows and rising wind made even the meadow too cool for comfort. I took another walk down to the grinding rock, where I saw four deer, and now I’m pretty much in for the night.

I will head home tomorrow, and get to work deleting spam in my neglected Email box (with no Email access for five full days, I expect to have over 300 messages, at least 250 of which will be deleted unread). Then I can start filling up your Email box with this latest report.

By the way, I plan to skip my usual October trip to the Logandale festival, which I have combined with a visit to nearby national parks (in Utah or Arizona). I will probably attend two festivals in Arizona in February and March.

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