So this being my first Frontera Fest, I was never really sure about how the whole competition aspect of it went down. I talked to Ken Webster last night before we went on and asked some questions. Imagine two people talking casually, then take it down about 18 more notches. I love talking to Ken. It sort of feels like time is slowing down as you enter Coolville.
JMJ: So, is there an overall winner, or are we all winners at this point?
KW: I think you’re all pretty much winners.
JMJ: So we’re not being timed?
KW: Oh, you’re still being timed.
JMJ: So if we went over, we couldn’t come back on Friday?
KW: You’d probably come back.
JMJ: So they just bring the lights down to…. shame us?
KW: Yeah, pretty much to just to shame you.
I also asked him if there was a sort of Lombardi trophy-like moment, at the end of the festival. He said maybe one could be arranged. Which would be awesome because I really want to pour a cooler of gaterade on Liz Lay.