We arrived Friday afternoon to a quaint summer camp in central New Hampshire and picked out a spot for the House. Everything was set up by the time it got dark, and dinner was a peppersteak cooked on the camp stove. It quickly became clear that I need more than the one gown.
Our campfire never really got beyond the smoking phase and I'll have to practice making a fire at home before we go camping again. Also, a note to folks camping with small children for the first time: No matter what they say, make your kids try to go to the bathroom before bed. The kidlet had an accident on Friday night because she didn't know where the bathroom was. By the time she woke us up and B got her outside to squat in the bushes, it was too late.
John Fowler showed up Saturday morning and pitched his tent on the other side of the cooking canopy and everyone had a marvelous day attending workshops, swimming in the pond and trying out a little archery. The archery course was great fun and had a supernatural theme of shooting monsters and zombies and even a moving ghost target. The old bow raised some eyebrows, but got passed and I was fortunate enough to get a refresher course from Dana the Unredy, a marvelous gentleman from Stonemarche who not only improved my shooting in about 15 minutes, but who also gave me my first archer's abacus.
The feast was a wonderful mix of food and music. And the bardic circles afterward were worth the price of admission. Can't wait for the next one!
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