Obviously, I’m someone who travels a lot. With this lifestyle comes a lot of traditions. In my case, it’s usually annual bridge tournaments or a family vacation somewhere each year, but there’s only one thing on my calendar that’s written in ink. Permanent marker, in fact. That event is Falcon Ridge Folk Festival, held every July in Hillsdale, NY, and all the gold in the world couldn’t persuade me to skip it.

Falcon Ridge, or FRFF, is a four-day music and dance festival where attendees can camp onsite in tents or RVs. Most people camp in groups of some sort — college alumni, geographical groups, or fans of the same band. I’ve been camping in the Pirate’s Patch, AKA Camp Edhead, AKA Lower Camp Fruvous, AKA Shantytown(e) for the six years that I’ve been attending the festival. We all come from different places, and
we see each other for about five days out of every year, but the feeling of community in this group is incredible. For some people, the camping and hanging out is as much of a draw as the performances — which are fantastic, by the way.
FRFF organizers try to keep a core group of favorites on the lineup each year, while at the same time bringing in new and different acts. Festivals are a great place to discover new favorites, but also a great place to schmooze with the ones you already love. Unlike stadium concerts or even coffeehouse shows, there’s much less of a wall between artists and fans at a festival, and you often get a chance to hang out and even sometimes jam with the musicians you love. There’s always someone performing somewhere, and even in the wee hours of the morning, there are song circles and jam sessions carrying on from the evening before. But don’t worry — if late night tunes aren’t your thing, there are designated quiet camping sections for those who need their sleep, as well as many local bed & breakfasts if you prefer indoor plumbing.
The port-a-potties are sort of a bummer, but you’re hardly roughing it when you camp at a place like Falcon Ridge. There are showers — sure the festival is crawling with hippies, but we’re clean ones — and when you camp in a group, everyone can bring a couple of things that give the campsite more of the comforts of home. For example, everyone at the Pirate’s Patch brings a couple of camp chairs and/or tables, and then someone brings cooking supplies, someone else brings food, and other folks contribute labor, like setup and teardown of the camp, cooking, and the all-important 7am tarp run, where campers line up at the stages with tarps to secure their seats for the day’s concerts.
If your group of campers doesn’t include a chef, don’t sweat it. There are tons of food vendors, some that are open 24 hours, where you can get great food. Some of the most delicious meals I’ve ever had were at this festival — I highly recommend the Traveler’s Kitchen and their Colorado Wrap. Yum!
Oh yeah, there’s great music, too! The term “folk” spans such a wide spectrum, and the festival organizers do a great job every year of getting a nice variety of performers. There’s always great dance music in the dance tent and great dances for dancers of all skill levels. There’s a family tent, which specializes in children’s music, and then two other stages — the workshop and main stage — where each set lasts about an hour and you can see dozens of different performers each day.
Recent festival performers include Ani Difranco, Arlo Guthrie, Shawn Colvin, Richard Shindell, Girlyman, and Greg Brown. Some highlights of this year’s festival are Dar Williams, Eddie From Ohio, Patty Larkin, Crooked Still, Tracy Grammer, and Railroad Earth. For a complete list of this year’s performers, check the 2008 FRFF schedule here. All performances include feature sign language interpreters for the hearing impaired and there is special seating for people with disabilities and their companions.

Tickets are on sale now for $120 — that’s for four days of music and camping. It’s like a hundred concerts for the price of four, and don’t tell the ticket salespeople, but it’s worth way more than that.
Look for me there — I’ll be the one in tye-dye.