When we initially arrived in Mountain View after miles and miles of mountainous driving (thank God we got the brakes done!) we discovered our visit coincided with an annual Blue Grass festival. Hearing people pickin' on their porches or on the stoops of businesses we realized that they don't call Mountain View the Bluegrass capital of the world for nothing. Especially considering that the Porch pickers had nothing to do with the festival, that's just what they do every Saturday.
At the risk of it sounding like an exaggeration, everyone in town can play (seriously, we saw toddlers carrying tiny fiddle cases) and play very well. A few too many people actually. Music began around 10 am and didn't end until well after dark. Band after band played amazing bluegrass for hours on end, simultaneously. That's right, at least three bands played at a time, which did make it a little hard to hear, especially considering they were all right next to each other.
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