Border War Report
Jun. 19th, 2006 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffWe got home last night around 8pm -- it was a great weekend. Personally, not as good for me because of my menses, the accompanying migraines, and being doped up with Imatrex.
We left around 10am on Friday. Two miles down the highway, a sensor went out on the transmission. The speedometer and odometer stopped working and it wouldn't shift past 2nd gear. So we turned around. Mike didn't know what sensor it was, so he hied off to the library. Still no luck finding information. Then he went to the dealership. They were very helpful. The guy at the parts counter not only told him what part it was, but showed him a schematic. We had another transmission in the garage, Mike pulled that part off, switched it out, and we were back on the road at 4pm.
We had sandwiches from the cooler for supper, and got in to set up camp around 2am. Bleh. In the morning, as I was feeding everyone breakfast, we found out that the spot we'd set up on wasn't a "camp" spot and had to move. But once we got to our new spot and set up, Saturday was a great day.
I didn't fight - just too foggy from the meds, but Mike had a great time. There were several melees and a tunnel battle. He would come off the field, beet red and swaggering and I'd pour water over his head and down his back.
David's persona is a Roman. He looked pretty good in a belted tunic and cloak. He didn't make his fighter's authorization but he will next time. He met the Var, a viking group who will take him under their wing. His tunic and robe will work as well, with a colorful overtunic and some braes.
Carl, Sam and Luke boffed, watched the melees, went to catch frogs, wandered through the vendor tents, made big campfires and, I think, had the best time of all.
Len chose not to fight. He said that it was very cool to see the "other side" of an event. He attended as a traveling priest, and said that he'd never been so outrageously flirted with. Also, a fellow approached him who's trying to get together a group of fighting monks, and that sounded interesting.
I made the chicken dinner that evening -- grilled chicken, barley and mushroom pottage, fried cabbage, and grilled asparagas. Then we went for a walk and went wading in the little river that runs through the campsite. It was so hot, and I wanted to swim in my chemise, but chickened out - it would have meant walking back through the camp in a wet chemise. Actually, it's odd that I chickened out. That's something I'd normally just do without thinking about it much. I wish, too, that I'd gone out drinking with Len Saturday night-- it sounded like a lot of fun, but I lay down at about 10pm and slept solid through the night.
I woke up Sunday morning with another migraine, took my meds and then we broke camp - a storm was coming and I felt yucky, so I didn't cook, and we just packed up and headed out, pulling out around 9:30am. We had breakfast around 10:30 am at a Mcdonalds, and then drove through - dropping David off in Gaylord, and getting home around 8pm.
We left around 10am on Friday. Two miles down the highway, a sensor went out on the transmission. The speedometer and odometer stopped working and it wouldn't shift past 2nd gear. So we turned around. Mike didn't know what sensor it was, so he hied off to the library. Still no luck finding information. Then he went to the dealership. They were very helpful. The guy at the parts counter not only told him what part it was, but showed him a schematic. We had another transmission in the garage, Mike pulled that part off, switched it out, and we were back on the road at 4pm.
We had sandwiches from the cooler for supper, and got in to set up camp around 2am. Bleh. In the morning, as I was feeding everyone breakfast, we found out that the spot we'd set up on wasn't a "camp" spot and had to move. But once we got to our new spot and set up, Saturday was a great day.
I didn't fight - just too foggy from the meds, but Mike had a great time. There were several melees and a tunnel battle. He would come off the field, beet red and swaggering and I'd pour water over his head and down his back.
David's persona is a Roman. He looked pretty good in a belted tunic and cloak. He didn't make his fighter's authorization but he will next time. He met the Var, a viking group who will take him under their wing. His tunic and robe will work as well, with a colorful overtunic and some braes.
Carl, Sam and Luke boffed, watched the melees, went to catch frogs, wandered through the vendor tents, made big campfires and, I think, had the best time of all.
Len chose not to fight. He said that it was very cool to see the "other side" of an event. He attended as a traveling priest, and said that he'd never been so outrageously flirted with. Also, a fellow approached him who's trying to get together a group of fighting monks, and that sounded interesting.
I made the chicken dinner that evening -- grilled chicken, barley and mushroom pottage, fried cabbage, and grilled asparagas. Then we went for a walk and went wading in the little river that runs through the campsite. It was so hot, and I wanted to swim in my chemise, but chickened out - it would have meant walking back through the camp in a wet chemise. Actually, it's odd that I chickened out. That's something I'd normally just do without thinking about it much. I wish, too, that I'd gone out drinking with Len Saturday night-- it sounded like a lot of fun, but I lay down at about 10pm and slept solid through the night.
I woke up Sunday morning with another migraine, took my meds and then we broke camp - a storm was coming and I felt yucky, so I didn't cook, and we just packed up and headed out, pulling out around 9:30am. We had breakfast around 10:30 am at a Mcdonalds, and then drove through - dropping David off in Gaylord, and getting home around 8pm.