Psssst! Got a secret for you. Don’t tell anyone. We don’t want the whole world to know.

The secret? It’s almost impossible to get a parking ticket in the town of Floyd, Virginia.

Yeah, we know. There are signs on Main and Locust Sreets limiting parking to two hours. But what happens if you park all day?

 Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Enforcement of Floyd’s parking ordinances falls under the jurisdiction of the Town Constable.

The what?

Town Constable.  Only problem is, Floyd hasn’t had a Town Constable for a long, long time.

Thought it was a sprain.

Sure acted like a sprain.

Wasn’t a sprain.

X-rays confirm two stress fractures in my left foot, suffered sometime Saturday while at FloydFest.

Treatment? Stay off the foot as much as possible, take lots of pain killers.

Ouch.

FloydFest 6 concluded Sunday with a rousing concert by Railroad Earth. Four days of festival are now in the books.

Hobbing around this morning on a sprained foot.  Not sure when it happened. Probably while hiking around the uneven ground at FloydFest Saturday. While driving back to Floyd late in the afternoon, noticed pain while using the clutch to shift the Wrangler.

Sat in the hot tub for an hour or so to relieve all the aches and pains that come from three days walking the hills, dales and byways of the festival, climbing up and down various objects to get better angles for photos and carrying about 35 pounds of camera equipment.

FloydFest is more than music. It’s food, camping, fellowship and lots of vendors selling lots of different things.