Black Horse Motel
Turning into what looked like someone’s driveway (is this the right place?), we were relieved to hear that we had reached our destination (albeit, more rugged than we expected). In our little car, we downshifted and trekked up a dirt hill and parked in the overgrown grass. “Where is the stage?” we wondered. Alas, over a hill, we found it: elseFest.elseFest was slim pickings early Friday afternoon. The sun was shining and the temperatures were too high, so umbrellas, tents and sunscreen were in abundance.