Campfyre Stories

Campfyre Stories
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Vacation Day 3 (Friday)

July 31st, 2007

I burned the hell out of the back of neck because my hair was up and I sweated off all the sunscreen.  There was a little burn on my chest, but that’s not too bad.

Woke up *just* in time to make my crew meeting and was so tired that they sent me to get coffee so I could function.  I scheduled my shifts to get out of the heat of the day and proceeded to runaround tracking down the folks I wanted a chance to connect with.

During the meeting, though,  I heard someone shout "I knew this was where she’d be!"  My friend, KS, who moved to Boston around a year(?) ago and who I hadn’t seen in forever had come with some friends of his.  Real life meets Falcon Ridge…  Nice  :-)

That evening I was completely wiped out.  It’s apparently going around, but every time I tried to just sit, something would come up.

My brother, Chaos, showed up with his girlfriend.  They got in the last possible minute to volunteer and immediately went hunting for "fun".  Their arrival saw me, once again, tracking down the right people to get things squared away.

Always on the move.  I tried to just sit and listen to music, but there was always SOMETHING that needed doing.  Of course, when I could, I just did it…  and then went back to try again to just sit and enjoy the music.  Finally, I left because a friend of mine was newly stationed in an isolated area and had never before been to the festival, so I headed toward the dance stage to keep her company.

Good thing I did, too, for 2 reasons.  1) she needed a little guidance in terms of getting acclimated and 2) the sky OPENED UP just before I had to leave.  Being the Very Good Friend I am, I bought her a rain poncho and trekked through the rain to bring it to her.  I rock.

Everything flooded, but not as badly as last year, except that Mom’s new tent (at the top of the hill, where I was sleeping) leaked at every seam.  By the time I got up there, Mom had moved all the gear out of the tent into her car and she and my niece were waiting for me.

Despite the drip-drip-drip, I actually slept that night.  And let me just say, I EARNED that sleep.

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