"Tres Moutard!"

(Must be said zestfully!)

The Wild Goose Chase Cloggers in Oloron Ste. Marie, France.

In June of '96,I got a phone call asking me if I wanted to play banjo for the Goose trip to France... and I had three days to decide. I'm too stupid to just say yes, fearing everything.
They said we'd travel everywhere in a bus, and I envisioned some gypsy encampment, with bodys sprawled all over a caravan like wagon, clothes hanging all over, parked in hot, dry fields. I'm not the most seasoned of travellers....
I decided I'd go. It was one of the best experiences of my life.
Someday, if my memory keeps, I'll write more about it, here....

UNDER CONSTRUCTION...this page will take awhile! And at this point it's been 5 years. Sorry.