Made it back on Sunday. I still have a few items to unload from the van, but for the most part I only have to dry out the tent.
To say it started out wet would be an understatement. Thursday it rained before set up, but slacked off long enough to roll outstake, and lift the poles. I was no sooner done when it started all over. Fortunatly the sleeping bag did not get drenched
I did make a drastic error in not switching footwear before the rain started again. Instead of the rubber boots ( yes, as a matter of fact I do have wide "flipper feet" which are hard to find proper boots for ) I wore my sneakers unpacking. Totally soaked I thought nothing of just tossing the stockings, and shoes aside when going to bed. I awoke Friday wondering what had died in my tent
The only blessing in the rain was the outstanding double rainbow which
graced our vision before the sun set completely.
School day on Friday was a little damp starting, but fortunatly dried out as the morning progressed. Attendance was down only slightly, but there were many new faces. Among them were two German mothers with their sons who have visited for the day last year, and had decided to make a weekend of it this year. Renting an "era" tent, and dressing the part they used every opportunity to learn how life was lived in the 1800's. One young son even went so far as to try his hand at trading learning tips from one of the several traders we have. he was a regular little capitalist by Sunday, getting the best deals he could for everything from a piece of tanned hide to how much he could get for doing little chores for someone's camp.
I also traded a little myself. The master bow maker among us swapped for another longbow with a little stronger draw. My first time out on the challenge course was not too humiliating.
For my annual "tree rat meal' I have every year I decided to have squirrel stew. I must admit to some pride in all the compliments I received, along with requests to bring some more of the same next year.
Saturday night was ended with a toughing tribute to one of our members who died this year to cancer. A paper candle balloon was released in his honor. I missed the lighting, but saw it rise into the twilight. very moving.
With the end of my rendezvous season I will be focusing on getting out of doors to restock the larder for next year.
For those still set for going out. Enjoy God's creation. Stay dry. Especially your feet