Scenes from the Crestone Music Festival

We've wanted to attend the Crestone Music Festival for years and this past weekend finally made it happen.

If you've never visited Crestone in the San Luis Valley, imagine Boulder distilled into a community of about 1,000, only more so. The per capita ratio of fruitatarians, crystal collectors and psychics has to be the highest in the country.

The town's story is a long one (this piece in the New York Times explains it). Suffice it to say, this tiny mountain town draws spiritual seekers, visionaries, gurus, New Age warriors and paranormal investigators of all stripes. Seriously, you can't swing a cat without hitting a massage therapist.

Crest Fest itself is a three-day, multi-culti extravaganza held on the golf course outside town under the glowering Sangre de Cristos. Featuring local, regional, national and international acts, the music was wildly eclectic. Saturday, for example, swung from Scottish Gaelic and Middle Eastern belly dancing and Cajun to Klezmer, Taiko drumming and African-inspired world fusion.

Nake-id IT, who's been known to shake it with the tribal dancers, boogied with a hula hoop. Actually, the hula hoop boogied with him.

The Taiko drummers played in the aftermath of a brief but dramatic windstorm.

The music went into the evening, finishing with the great American soul band, Tower of Power, which rocked the San Luis Valley.

We spent the night camping near this gorgeous, straw bale home, built by Micheal and Kathleen, who extended such gracious--and delicious--hospitality: kale chips, homemade crackersr and libations apres concert and vegan flax seed pancakes in the morning! We didn't want to leave.

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