the pre-pennsic quiet
July 31, 2010
The Friday night before the mayhem starts is when we walk down to our campsite, check out the lay of the land (shifts every year) and chain up a picnic table or two to a tree (take that, thieves!). We’re not allowed to bring cars in or start setting up until the land negotiations are finished on Saturday (jumping through bureaucratic hoops is just part of this kind of vacation). Walking through this place when it’s just like any other campground is a little eerie when you know just what it’ll be like in a few days, when the twelve thousand other people get here.
The first few mornings after Land Grab (Saturday), there will still be a few Canada geese on the lake, but by Tuesday they’ll have retreated to quieter places. One of my favourite parts of the early days of Pennsic, which are mostly taken up with the heavy grunt work of setting up massive pavilions and building walls and digging holes, is to take my tea up to the lake in the early morning and wave the last few geese off home. Imagining that they come from the same place I’m from, because I’m sentimental like that.
Peter and Claire in our campsite, block E24, with the lake behind them.
This is a good table. We chained it to a tree before we left.
Posted by jodi on July 31, 2010 at 6.18am
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