The Fairgrounds at the End of Summer

Tue, 16 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000

The mountains don’t care about your festival.

They were there before the fairgrounds and they’ll be there long after. They just sit above Quincy, California, the way they always have — patient, enormous, indifferent — while somewhere below, a fiddle starts up and people who’ve driven three hours from the Bay Area shuffle toward the sound.

Americana on Lance Barker Home

The Fairgrounds at the End of Summer