Every now and then, I am hit with a wave of gratitude for how my life is turning out. Of course we all have things we'd like to improve and change, but overall, I feel that I am in a pretty good place in my life.
Friday night this feeling hit me again. I was walking down the backstreets of historic Portsmouth, uneven brick sidewalks, the gaslights lit, the sun setting, just having left a bluegrass jam.
But this was no ordinary jam. We played aboard the Gundalow, a flat boat constructed to navigate the shallow waters of Great Bay to float timber from the inland to the coast for masts. http://gundalow.org/index.php/about/gundalows/
The Gundalow is docked at Prescott Park, so we played for the crowd on the shores. We jammed to various tunes, bluegrass, classic country, folk, blues. My banjo playing isn't quite up to where it should be, but I had fun plunking away and trying to find the correct chords to strum.
I am so blessed to be able to live in a beautiful place with plenty of opportunities for a career and a fun social life (when I choose to not be a hermit or a mountain girl). 
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