I was a security threat to Bree Newsome at the Wild Goose Festival.
On Saturday, July 11, with the festival almost over, word got around: Newsome would be speaking that night. My first thoughts were: How am I going to reach an editor when there’s no cell service in this damned valley? Who’s going to lend me a laptop?Can I get enough of a Wifi signal to file a story from the café in Hot Springs? This was news, and I’m a reporter.
Wild Goose was a weekend of
fun and free spirits, as amateur musicians circled up to play, local beer
flowed, Frisbees soared and people lingered around
campfires. It was also punctuated by moments of intense reflection.