It was one of the many stormy, rainy years and the power went our during John Hartford's set. No problem. John didn't miss a beat and proceeded to walk off the front steps of the stage playing his fiddle and weaving his way through the crowd. Hundreds got up and followed him like the Pied Piper, forming a huge long line that snaked its way up and down the hill. Way cool. One of my best Winterhawk memories. Still comin' after all these years.

Denise, Vermont