We’re HERE!
June 05, 2008
We pulled through Gate No. 3 of BamaJam around noon today. I arrived very mad—technological problems with the NEW camera—and soon got Very Hot, which just made me madder. I’m to that age, you know the one I mean, where the hormones are, heck, doing whatever hormones do which affects one’s disposition.
The husband said I seem to want everything my way and I said, “Well, duh!?“ Like that’s a surprise and yeah it ticks me off when the world fails to cooperate. Anyway, Eagle photographer Max O. is coming our way around 3:30ish with more equipment/quick fixes (we hope) in tow.
Sorry. I feel better now. And as a sideline I will add the husband has found a “very valid reason” I am sure, to go into Enterprise. A little distance if you please….
OK, Arriving….
On the campsite side, Ronnie Gilley’s folks have it together. It is a very smooth transition into the campgrounds—with or without campers. Some folks, like us, are already set up and are coming back while others are just arriving. There’s a check-in tent (curbside) and honestly we got our arm bands in about one minute. Nobody likes to wait especially in this heat. Check-in folks said about 500 campers/motor homes came in Wednesday. Easily.
One of the first “sights” to behold was some good ole boy who had his motor home stuck. Spinning in loose dirt. The husband called a friend who’s out here too.
“Whatcha doing?“ the husband asked.
“Watching this fella that’s stuck,“ came the reply. “You should come by. There’s a buncha people over here.“
I wish I knew how hot it is right now so I could really feel bad about it. I mean, if it’s only 92, then shut up. But if I find out later it was 99 degrees at 1:32 p.m. on Thursday, then I’m really mad.
Traffic was not heavy coming out here, but I expect it will dramatically increase as it gets closer to show time. Soon as my shirt is dry, I may head back out ... or I might just wait on Max O. It’s gotta be 96 out here.
Our closest camping buddies are in the back of a plain cargo van. They brought their grill from the backyard. They are skinny guys with their shirts on. I mention that because it is an oddity. Two security gals in a golf cart made the two move. We are against the trees, in some sort of no man’s land and everybody else who comes close to us gets run off. I am not sure why….. Perhaps they are trying to fill in the big field first.
If you are camping and you haven’t left yet, throw in an extra cooler. Put ice in it and let that be your bath tub. You’ll be glad you did. Now where’s that husband of mine…..
