“It’s Never Too Muddy” — Dear Friends

“It’s Never Too Muddy” — Dear Friends
Acrylic on Pastelbord™
16″ H x 12″ W
Copyright by Stories in Paint

Not For Sale

It was September 2007 in southern Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. The 10-day Eastern Primitive Rendezvous was being held at Muddy Run State Park. The opportunity to reconnect with old friends at this 18th Century-inspired encampment set the stage for my first date with Troy. With thousands of participants coming from many states, I wondered what the odds would be in finding a couple of my friends. As fate would have it, the very first person we saw at the entrance gate recognized me — and we hadn’t even gotten out of the car yet. This was going to be an interesting day.

For several years, my life’s journey prevented me from attending this annual pilgrimage. I’d lost touch with some of my dear friends. Today was going to be a reunion and a first date. I was a bit apprehensive whether I was making the right decision.

As we strolled around the camp, I saw many new faces. Every once in awhile, I’d spot a familiar one. Each time there was a joyous and comforting embrace and this warmed my heart. I quickly realized with dear friends, “It’s Never Too Muddy”. With each encounter, I kept being asked — “Are you still painting?”

Troy had packed a picnic lunch, which we shared down by the lake. He spoke about the genuine care and concern my dear friends had for me.

As the light breeze created small ripples on the water’s surface . . . . we swapped stories about the old days. ©