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Clinton
Clinton War checklist:
Arrows fired: check
Merchants visited: check
drinking: check (but very little)
bardic circle: check
A&S classes: 2 for Eve, none for Jason
Food mooched by Lizzy from food merchants: one burger (lucky dog)
Dust devils: 1 and it was impressive
Filth levels: higher than Pennsic!
Wildlife (of interest) spotted:
5 big horned sheep
3 deer (one which came inches from being a hood ornament)
3 loons
1 bear (not kidding, it ran across the road a few car-lengths ahead of us, also narrowly missing becoming a hood ornament, but on another car)
Well, it was one helluva drive. We didn't wind up leaving the city until 6pm or so. At about 1 or 2 am in a place called "Blue River" just the other side of Jasper, we finally ran outta steam. We stopped for the night. We were hoping for a motel but as they were all booked (and all full in an hour either direction too according to the clerk) we went in search of a campground. We set up the tent for the night, slept, woke up, packed and got on the road. No fire, no lingering, no noise, not even breakfast. Easiest $13.50 that landowner ever made. Okay, so the no noise is not strictly true as the beagle was awake and BORED at 6:30 am or so. Jason took her out for a pee (which she didn't) as we figured that was the problem and TRIED to go back to bed. Eventually we gave in to the whimpering and dragged our butts out of bed. Don't know what got into her, thankfully it was only once this weekend and has never happened before either.
Ate breakfast at a nice little park surrounding a lake near the campground. There were loons on the lake and the beagle got a little croissant and running around, so that was all good.
Pulled in to the Clinton site some time between 2 and 3, not really sure exactly when. Had camp all set up by 4pm, though all the interesting A&S classes that day had already passed us by. Decided to check out the merchants (lame predominantly Goodwill/Salvation Army merchants and *some* good merchants, including one selling iced slushie drinks - yummy). Shot archery after dinner right until it got too dark to shoot. Though as it was the "war point" the actual shooting we got in was pretty paltry. We only shot about 15 arrows that day, in a two hour shoot - lame.
The next day I spent most of it in classes. Leather tooling in the morning and woodblock printing in the early afternoon - much fun. The woodblock stuff was especially fun as the other attendees were a hoot. Joined Jason for a lite lunch and archery in the late afternoon. Apparently that day's war-point shoot was even slower than the day before, but luckily, we talked a few marshals into coming back out to the range to score a royal. As Jason is down to fewer than 6 arrows (he's even broken most of my "loaner" arrows now) he coudn't score, but had fun anyway. Lizzy was pretty well behaved on the range, only howling once in frustration when her humans went to retrieve arrows.
There were lots of doggies that understood tag and were eager to play with Lizzy, so she was ready for bed most nights before we were. At night she would drag us back to the tent even though she's not fond of it because she knew her cage was inside.
Interesting things that were unique to Clinton:
Dust devils... I'm standing at a merchants booth when someone says "oooh, cool" so I turn around and I think "wow, that's a big kite" the big kite was a 10'x10' sunshade and it was about 75' in the air at that point. Following the "big kite" was a dress, and it was fun to watch it twist and spin and dance 100' in the air.
Dust... If you thought Pennsic was grubby, let's just say I was dirtier in an hour at Clinton than I was in days at Pennsic - two hair washes later the water is still running brown - ewwwww. And the dog kept rolling in it to cool off and ask for belly rubs. I have never seen her more filthy - she wasn't even her natural colour most of the time. Just all brown.
Getting home was long and tiring. We were packed and on the road by 10am (an hour later than I had hoped, but we did have to walk the dog) and didn't walk in the door at home until 10pm. Again, walking the dog on the way home caused a few delays, but still, that was a LONG trip. Not sure we'll ever make it again. Anyway, for the curious, pictures can be viewed here.
~E
Arrows fired: check
Merchants visited: check
drinking: check (but very little)
bardic circle: check
A&S classes: 2 for Eve, none for Jason
Food mooched by Lizzy from food merchants: one burger (lucky dog)
Dust devils: 1 and it was impressive
Filth levels: higher than Pennsic!
Wildlife (of interest) spotted:
5 big horned sheep
3 deer (one which came inches from being a hood ornament)
3 loons
1 bear (not kidding, it ran across the road a few car-lengths ahead of us, also narrowly missing becoming a hood ornament, but on another car)
Well, it was one helluva drive. We didn't wind up leaving the city until 6pm or so. At about 1 or 2 am in a place called "Blue River" just the other side of Jasper, we finally ran outta steam. We stopped for the night. We were hoping for a motel but as they were all booked (and all full in an hour either direction too according to the clerk) we went in search of a campground. We set up the tent for the night, slept, woke up, packed and got on the road. No fire, no lingering, no noise, not even breakfast. Easiest $13.50 that landowner ever made. Okay, so the no noise is not strictly true as the beagle was awake and BORED at 6:30 am or so. Jason took her out for a pee (which she didn't) as we figured that was the problem and TRIED to go back to bed. Eventually we gave in to the whimpering and dragged our butts out of bed. Don't know what got into her, thankfully it was only once this weekend and has never happened before either.
Ate breakfast at a nice little park surrounding a lake near the campground. There were loons on the lake and the beagle got a little croissant and running around, so that was all good.
Pulled in to the Clinton site some time between 2 and 3, not really sure exactly when. Had camp all set up by 4pm, though all the interesting A&S classes that day had already passed us by. Decided to check out the merchants (lame predominantly Goodwill/Salvation Army merchants and *some* good merchants, including one selling iced slushie drinks - yummy). Shot archery after dinner right until it got too dark to shoot. Though as it was the "war point" the actual shooting we got in was pretty paltry. We only shot about 15 arrows that day, in a two hour shoot - lame.
The next day I spent most of it in classes. Leather tooling in the morning and woodblock printing in the early afternoon - much fun. The woodblock stuff was especially fun as the other attendees were a hoot. Joined Jason for a lite lunch and archery in the late afternoon. Apparently that day's war-point shoot was even slower than the day before, but luckily, we talked a few marshals into coming back out to the range to score a royal. As Jason is down to fewer than 6 arrows (he's even broken most of my "loaner" arrows now) he coudn't score, but had fun anyway. Lizzy was pretty well behaved on the range, only howling once in frustration when her humans went to retrieve arrows.
There were lots of doggies that understood tag and were eager to play with Lizzy, so she was ready for bed most nights before we were. At night she would drag us back to the tent even though she's not fond of it because she knew her cage was inside.
Interesting things that were unique to Clinton:
Dust devils... I'm standing at a merchants booth when someone says "oooh, cool" so I turn around and I think "wow, that's a big kite" the big kite was a 10'x10' sunshade and it was about 75' in the air at that point. Following the "big kite" was a dress, and it was fun to watch it twist and spin and dance 100' in the air.
Dust... If you thought Pennsic was grubby, let's just say I was dirtier in an hour at Clinton than I was in days at Pennsic - two hair washes later the water is still running brown - ewwwww. And the dog kept rolling in it to cool off and ask for belly rubs. I have never seen her more filthy - she wasn't even her natural colour most of the time. Just all brown.
Getting home was long and tiring. We were packed and on the road by 10am (an hour later than I had hoped, but we did have to walk the dog) and didn't walk in the door at home until 10pm. Again, walking the dog on the way home caused a few delays, but still, that was a LONG trip. Not sure we'll ever make it again. Anyway, for the curious, pictures can be viewed here.
~E