My big day out, or Sixty goes to Capital City.

I set out this morning to travel to Capital City where some friends were set up and selling at a bluegrass festival. I had a big day of it, traveled far and saw many things, some of which I photographed. Here is my photo essay of my journey.

To start with, there I was walkin' down the street and I saw a guy who looked like Ricky Skaggs, only thinner and older. What do you know - it was Ricky Skaggs. 

Then I saw the sign at the concert hall:

That pretty much tells the whole story.

This sign left me puzzled - what an odd list of prohibited things - rickshaws and drones? Where was I, in Mos Eisley or something? Sure, the place is crawling with lawyers, politicians and other wretched scum, but come on!

Here is a sign you don't see every day:

I can't even...

This is the street scene:

That's the capitol building in the distance.

Downtown has changed over the years - this is one of those sky scrapers filled with luxury condos that seem so popular these days. 

This is the view from the parking deck - you can see why the folks who live here are called flatlanders.

This is my favorite view of the big city:

Raleigh in my rear view mirror. Buh bye.

A bit early, but I do like this song. Plus it is inclusive, which is a requirement these days.