Campfyre Stories

Spawn and I left for Falcon Ridge as soon as we were finished with our pre-fest errands.  We arrived close to 4pm and checked in, chatted to a few people and drove to our site where, thankfully, Mom and Spawn had set up our tents and everything the day before.

It was raining and had been for probably 24 hours.  We sat in our car for about 45 minutes until the rain abated enough for us to actually get out of the car without getting drenched.  We had to wait a while longer to get the air mattresses blown up and our gear into the tents, but we made it alright.

But it turned out that our timing was pretty good because they closed the road into the festival very shortly after we drove in.  I firmly believe that we were one of the last cars they let in that day.  There was too much sucking, pudding mud for people to safely drive anywhere on the site.  Even walking was pretty treacherous and I was glad to have brought shoes that I specifically intended to wreck to the point of never being able to wear them again.

We watched for a while as people arriving had to carry in all their gear to wherever they were camping or planning to camp.  A good number of people had to set up their tents in the wet and rain, but all in all, people were pretty positive and upbeat about the whole situation.  I think that some of us liked the idea of getting the rain over with early on.  Heh.  Or something.

That night was the volunteer open mic and, despite my intentions, I did not play.  There was so much rain and so much changing humidity that I wasn’t comfortable getting my guitar out of the case/car.  I was not the only one.  Usually that open mic has more people wanting to play than there is time for.  This time around, people were being offered second songs to fill the time.

But after a day of waking up early to run around and get things all in order, then braving the rain and mud, we were all pretty tired and went to bed early, so that we could get a fresh start in time for our crew meetings the next day…