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My first Pennsic ( XVII ) Ichabod and I ( Ursus, at the time ) made the trip in some little hatchback thingy; can't recall the model, just the small.
Our directions weren't just vague, they were criminally negligent, "just head up I80, you can see the lights..." We ended up asking at local cop shops, figuring they had to be aware of multiple thousand drunk steel toting reenactors in their area; they weren't. Some nice lady in an Ohio tourist booth pointed us in the right direction. I think the number of people broke 5,000 that year, we were all very impressed.
Our accommodations were a four man army tent, barely adequate for two normal sized humans, let alone myself and anyone else. We had one reasonably large cooler filled with really cheap soda and pepperoni; food for the week. That, and the garb on our backs, and we were ready to go. Believe it or not, we did survive.
Now days, we camp in style. My last Pennsic we built a yurt with wooden door! It's like a bloody silk road caravan, everything to survive the wasteland of a couple of weeks of camping. We're not alone, some War wagons look like they're relocation to another state, no just settling in for a while.
There are times I'm drawn back to idea brutally simple camping. I know I'd be miserable, but when faced with the camel loads of stuff, the idea takes on a certain charm.
Our directions weren't just vague, they were criminally negligent, "just head up I80, you can see the lights..." We ended up asking at local cop shops, figuring they had to be aware of multiple thousand drunk steel toting reenactors in their area; they weren't. Some nice lady in an Ohio tourist booth pointed us in the right direction. I think the number of people broke 5,000 that year, we were all very impressed.
Our accommodations were a four man army tent, barely adequate for two normal sized humans, let alone myself and anyone else. We had one reasonably large cooler filled with really cheap soda and pepperoni; food for the week. That, and the garb on our backs, and we were ready to go. Believe it or not, we did survive.
Now days, we camp in style. My last Pennsic we built a yurt with wooden door! It's like a bloody silk road caravan, everything to survive the wasteland of a couple of weeks of camping. We're not alone, some War wagons look like they're relocation to another state, no just settling in for a while.
There are times I'm drawn back to idea brutally simple camping. I know I'd be miserable, but when faced with the camel loads of stuff, the idea takes on a certain charm.
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Now how to car the solar panels and battery out in my little truck.