Dear friends, Open Fields is gone by but the feeling is very present this Monday morning after. Stu and I struggled to make it in time Saturday to get to pick, but did get there with the afternoon sun low in the sky and got three buckets for us and one for Jim's mash before we headed down to the campground area and got our dinner offerings ready. The sun went down in a cloudless sky, and as the temperature dropped and the moon rose, we around the campfire knew there had been reason for our sense of urgency picking those miraculously colored and shaped chiles just hours before. Yes, it frosted. It froze. We froze. But we sure had fun! Beyond the pleasures of tasting so many folks' specialties, there was the deep down good feeling of all those people having chosen, and struggled in their individual lives, to just get together as friends. There isn't any way to express how much Jim Campbell was missed. All we had to give him was our presence, to thank him for all he gives to us. And we couldn't grab him and shake his hand and look him in the face to do that. Stu and I talked with him briefly in Washington on John Hard's cell phone, while standing in the road next to rows and rows of jalapenos and habaneros, all perfect, all wilting slowly in the sun post-frost. His telling of the funeral march and ceremony was thick with emotion. What can we say or do? Maybe some kind of healing is waiting in that chile field. When he feels his sister in D.C. is ready to let him go home, I hope Jim will be able to take an hour for himself and walk the rows. Way in, under the frozen foliage, we all think there are still many beautiful peppers trying to ripen in the Indian Summer. Some years it's just harder to find them and get them. All the chileheads at Open Fields got extra care from some stand-ins for Jim, and I want to thank them for helping the rest of us celebrate the harvest. John Hard, Joe Kelly (Joebanero), Cameron Begg, Alex Silbajoris, and Bill Jernigan looked out for and cooked for and hustled buckets, tents, and tributes for the rest of us. Thanks, you guys. And all the folks who came with their perfect potted chile plants to give us, their pouches of spices, their canned and dried and grilled specialties, wow! It just doesn't get any better in this world. I got to try Spam jerky, great chili, and chile tequila, plus eat a world class breakfast burrito across the fire from Rael, next to his Twister mat. The good folks we met from all points near and far want to believe that there will be a next year at Open Fields. But if there isn't, we know where we can find each other anyway! Chileheads are a special breed. Glad we joined your ranks! Best regards, Karen and Stu Zanger