Then there's me. The only time I've held a fiddle is when an estate has asked me to sell one. This camp doesn't just let me hang out as a guardian, it requires that I pay as an attendee and take classes. So here I am, the novice & the talented 8 year old, ready to conquer Celtic fiddling.
|Here's my big girl & my little girl!|
I doubt I'll find any vintage goodies along the edge of the Yuba River. That said, if there is any to be found, I'm the girl to do it! Maybe my treasure will just be learning to play a simple tune on the fiddle and enjoy my week with my daughter. It'll be a blast.