Campfyre Stories

Despite my apprehension, I picked up the boat of a car with no real problems.  The car rental place stuck me with a Pontiac Grand Prix when all I really wanted was a compact car.  People seem to think this is because of gas mileage, which is partly true, but more than that, I prefer to drive a sporty little car.  I also am not a big fan of American cars.  To me, they tend to drive weird and accelerate poorly, but since they had limited vehicles, I didn’t have much in the way of options.

I was ready to hit the road by about 11:30, but wound up waiting for a long time for the rest of the gang.  A  few moments of last-minute running around and too much waiting got to me after only a few hours.  Eventually, I gave up and went down ahead of them.

Uneventful driving and then I’m there.  The staff t-shirts hadn’t yet come in, so they weren’t checking people in yet.  However, I found my crew chief early on and she took me around, showing me all the shiny newness and putting me to work as needed.

And there was to be plenty of newness as our crew merged with another meaning more work (as we figure out how it’s all going to work smoothly) and fewer combined people.  We also had the addition of security cameras and the craziness of organizing things in new ways so that we could go along with as few problems as possible.

Once checked in and settled, I took some time to help get the T-shirts/merchandise un/loaded to where it would wait for us to unpack and sell it, then the rest of the night became a matter of catching up with friends that I hadn’t seen in a year.  I impressed myself with as many names as I remembered, though still quite a few were forgotten.

Our camp was set up in a different area than we usually sleep - UP THE HILL.  A rather long walk and not convenient for popping in, but "we’ll know better next time"…  Also, directly across from rowdy drunks.  Sleeping posed a problem every night.