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Pennsic recap
Finally. I think I have recovered enough to actually do a Pennsic recap. I'm such a slacker. Ok so it was the working to catch up from taking a week off...
It was a good war, not a great war, but good. I think I would done better if I hadn't scheduled anything at all.
I battled heat sickness on a couple of days. Spent time sleeping in the kitchen tent as the rest of camp played fun shui. Spent more time with my foot in a bucket, trying to reduce the swelling. I went shopping. I helped cook the state dinner with 2 delightful people in Camp O'Choda. I even got to marshal a Rapier War point. I did some sewing and even fired up the sewing machine and iron once. I entered the A & S display. I took a bunch of pictures.
I taught a couple of classes which went over very well. Nearly 40 people showed up for the sugar class and right around 20 or so for the 2 hour feast class. Got some really good reviews and picked up a couple of class groupies. This is very strange for me- people taking my class, because I am teaching, not because of what I am teaching (apparently they took a class or two of mine last Pennsic).
For the first year, I was not on the gun line for opening ceremonies. As Bhakail A & S champion, I went out to the battle field as part of the Bhakail retinue. That was a new kind of crazy. Since Bhakail was founded early-ish in the East, we were pretty close to the front of the stage. But I found myself gazing up the hill all through out the ceremony. I was able to give the folks on the ground a recounting of what goes on up there. The gunners had a nice shade fly. And I was envious as I baked in the hot sun, wearing my new red and black wool dress.
After the night firing (which I only watched and photographed- as I was on serious narcotics), I was finally able to get on the gun line Thursday morning. I fired 3 different times. I giggled after every fire. I left the line smelling like guns and sporting powder smudges on my new shirt and face. For me, that is the sight, sound and smell of Pennsic. And it was glorious.
It was a good war, not a great war, but good. I think I would done better if I hadn't scheduled anything at all.
I battled heat sickness on a couple of days. Spent time sleeping in the kitchen tent as the rest of camp played fun shui. Spent more time with my foot in a bucket, trying to reduce the swelling. I went shopping. I helped cook the state dinner with 2 delightful people in Camp O'Choda. I even got to marshal a Rapier War point. I did some sewing and even fired up the sewing machine and iron once. I entered the A & S display. I took a bunch of pictures.
I taught a couple of classes which went over very well. Nearly 40 people showed up for the sugar class and right around 20 or so for the 2 hour feast class. Got some really good reviews and picked up a couple of class groupies. This is very strange for me- people taking my class, because I am teaching, not because of what I am teaching (apparently they took a class or two of mine last Pennsic).
For the first year, I was not on the gun line for opening ceremonies. As Bhakail A & S champion, I went out to the battle field as part of the Bhakail retinue. That was a new kind of crazy. Since Bhakail was founded early-ish in the East, we were pretty close to the front of the stage. But I found myself gazing up the hill all through out the ceremony. I was able to give the folks on the ground a recounting of what goes on up there. The gunners had a nice shade fly. And I was envious as I baked in the hot sun, wearing my new red and black wool dress.
After the night firing (which I only watched and photographed- as I was on serious narcotics), I was finally able to get on the gun line Thursday morning. I fired 3 different times. I giggled after every fire. I left the line smelling like guns and sporting powder smudges on my new shirt and face. For me, that is the sight, sound and smell of Pennsic. And it was glorious.