By Julie Cherney
[Editor's note: Those of you who enjoyed Julie's tale of her exploits at Nashcamp 2008 in the recent newsletter can read the full, "unexpurgated" version by following the link below.]
January ‘08 in Wisconsin. Christmas is over. The New Year has come and gone. The Packers blew it in the playoffs and another winter storm threatening to dump a foot of snow is on its way. I should have written blue yodel #154, but instead I watched an inordinate amount of T.V. and settled into lethargy.
One day, however, I get an email from my pal Karen asking if I’d be interested in attending NashCamp in the summer. Hmmm. A week of picking, singing, learning and having a good ole time in a place far from winter. It took me a day or two of pondering, but I was sold. My other pal Catherine needed even less time to decide. “Let’s go!” she said on the spot. And a little farther down the road our fourth pal Teresa said, “I’m kenneling my dogs and coming with you!” It was decided, four girls from Wisconsin were going to take Cumberland Furnace, TN by storm. . .