Well, our second foray into eventing this year went pretty good. Yes, it rained nearly the entire weekend, but the sunny part came on the last day, allowing our gear to dry out before having to pack it – yay!
The main bummer for me was the fact that I actually had money to spend this time, and the one thing I wanted was a new pair of boots – something which none of the merchants available thought to bring. Pirate clothing of every other sort was there, just no boots. Bastards!
Tolerant and I were first to arrive on-site, and had to go through the rigmarole of tracking down the landocrat and securing space for our group, which was a bit tricky since everyone and their uncle Bob seemed to get there before we did. As luck would have it though, we got space near both biffies and a source of water with enough space for us to throw up the whole kit-and-kaboodle of tents we brought. Which, for 5 people, turned out to be three personal tents, a 22-foot main pavilion, a kitchen pavilion and a shower tent. Yes, we try to bring it all with us.
No, Grau, we’re not wimps. We just refuse to live in squalor like you black-powder-sniffing freaks :) The main pavilion (Nightsky) also functions as a lure, drawing passing party-goers in where we may
knock them out and steal their booze bid them join in our revelry!
The mud almost worked in favor of our entertainment value, since the main walkway outside Nightsky was a bit of a slippery mess. Alas, we were not able to do the Patented Gypsy Point-and-Laugh, since nobody slipped.
We’ll put more bacon grease in there next time!