So you should have felt the wind, dearies! Aunt Blabby’s caftan was SO full of air that she
nearly took flight. I would’ve looked like a one-balloon Macy’s Parade. One of my little Blabbettes
had a similar idea; he reported to the Medical Tent with a tragic broom-inflicted
injury while teaching his roadie- mates to fly like Margaret Hamilton in Wizard of Oz!
That was one type of Camp, darlings, which riders have been seeing plenty of at rest stops and gear
trucks and worn by their bro-and-sis cyclemates. There’ll be plenty more of that, but there is
always just one First Night in Camp. Where are the showers, how far are they from the tents in case
I forget my toothpaste, oh gosh it doesn’t matter cuz I didn’t pack my toothpaste anyway….
And this was our first time camping at Cabrillo College too. We had a rest stop there on ALC 1, but
never set up housekeeping.
Some people found the generator noise annoying, others found it oddly soothing. Maybe because they were
the only people who couldn’t hear the sound of snoring wafting generously up from the campsite.
My favorite quote of the day, overheard at Lunch, was “I hate people who start snoring before
I do!”
Speaking of Lunch, there was a precious little Recycle City in Salinas’ Central Park. It was a
whole little backlot town with a train. Which got us all ready for the big train depot at San Lorenzo
Park for this camp. I felt like a prop in someone’s model train set!
But many of our participants were already full by mealtime – we were traveling thru artichoke
country and many riders took advantage of the availability of the prickly veggies.
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