Wolfsong Gathering

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Day One

I left work around 2:30 AM the car was all ready packed up and ready to go. I hit Tim’s for a coffee and a muffin and a quick stop at the bank for some cash and was off and running.

This will be my first May 24 long week-end at Magic Morn, normally I am some where else, but this year the tides changed. The trip out was non-eventful, and minimal traffic. Although I did stop midpoint to grab a two hour power nap. I probably could have made it out in one shot but I needed to get a few last minutes supplies. Food is an important thing.
I arrived onsite at about 9:30 am on Friday and it looks like I am the early bird. I prattle around for about an hour decompressing before setting up camp in my usual spot for Ancestorfest (Wolfsong II). It is a decently shaded spot along the tree line until about midday and it is probably the closest spot I can get to the fire pit, which is handy when you are walking back to your tent in the dark. I get my tent set up with bedroll etc and decide to leave the rest in the car till later as sleep is still needed. Whilst I was setting up got a message from Lisa asking if that was me she saw driving in to which I give a yes response. She replies back.. cool I will see you when I am done feeding the horses.

Around noon it is starting to get really warm, and windy. Lisa had come down to say Hi and I decide to try lay down for a nap. I toss and turn in the heat, wind has really picked up, and my tent blew in but recovered from it. Then that happened again… so much for withstanding 30 kph winds. Well fuck me I decide to move the tent.

At this point another fester has shown up and starts to set up near me, we exchange hellos and then I head off to scope out other set up spots. I find a perfect shaded spot in the woods between the Underworld larp site and Faerie camp. The wind is not penetrating the trees as bad here. The downside of this site there are lots of bugs, and it is far from the fire pit. Thankfully I have note fully unloaded the car so moving was not difficult, save for the fact I managed to kill my car battery. Rule 2 of camping bring booster cables cause you just never know when you or someone else may need a boost. I set up fully this time as I am about 200 feet from where the car is now and I really don’t want to truck stuff in later. Dang bugs and I have no bug spray.

I still cannot sleep. I guess to many tims on my way here. Kim Morgan is back on site and we chat for a while while chatting discover how many have past in the Pagan community over the last year. Death toll has been high. We also chat about the pagan community in general.

Ok one more time try grab some sleep after feeding my face and hydrating. It is now about 5:30 in the afternoon. Success finally! Only to be woken at midnight by a migraine. Damnit. I fumble in tent to find flashlight and Scarf down some pain meds, allergy meds and fire up stove to steam my head. Meanwhile I hear drumming….people hailing… laughter and drums. Darn freaking migraine I am in no shape to people right now. Rule 3 leave your flashlight where it can be found easily in the dark. Migraine gone after about an hour. But I am physically drained by the pain it caused. I go back to bed and wake up at 7:30 am, scarf down some more pain/allergy meds and on to day two.

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  1. Amazing detail on what happened. You explain it so well, that though your words, it’s like I was there to witness it. Look forward to reading more.

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