Shakespeare in the Sierra Foothills

Mark drove us to the Sierra Foothills to see an outdoor production of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. There were only about thirty people in the audience. It was great! The mosquitos were as big as mountain lions and strange shrieks pierced the darkness of the woods, but the show must go on. Upon arrival (at the last minute of course) we were naturally greated with a resounding cheer from the enthusiastic people working the box office. Of course the New Yorkers within us immediately sensed a trap at this curious display of spontaneous enthusiasm. Where is the angle here? But as it turned out, they were just friendly people. Imagine that.