Black Horse Motel

A Hot, Humid and Stormy Start to elseFest 2012

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.