Back before I ever learned to knit, I spent my first winter in Alaska in a small, Park Service cabin in Denali Park.
If you’re living alone in the middle of the frozen tundra, a banjo is a great thing to have.
It’s cheerful, helps pass the time, and being alone, you don’t have to feel bad practicing your frailing technique over & over on the same three chords.
Once I learned to knit, I spent less time with my banjo. After all, there’s only so much fidgeting with your fingers a girl can fit into a day…
But last June, I went to Miles of Music Camp on Lake Winnepesaukee, and fell in love with my banjo all over again.
After 16 years, I’m still just a beginner, but I love me some old time banjo!
What about you? Do you play the banjo? (Or would you rather not admit that in public? )