I got back from Fort Obie Winter Camp yesterday. It was a lot of fun. It was good seeing the guys again and choking down a beer or twelve. I was seriously over prepared for this event. Based on my experience with these guys and some of the stories they've told I was expecting an over-period correct event with no modern stuff. Come to find out, this is a relaxed event meant just as an excuse for the guys to get together during the off season.

I brought a ton of food with as I wasn't sure what the eating arrangements were, only to get there and find out that I really didn't need to. However, my contribution to the snack table of pepper cheese, pickled mushrooms and herring fillets in mustard sauce was much appreciated. And even though Will made fun of me for bringing a cutting board, they all sure seemed to use it, especially when slicing cheese.

Speaking of Cutting the Cheese. You stick that many mean in the same place all drinking beer, eating bean soup, pickled stuff, cheese and sausages at night you get a symphony of body noises. Holy crap! I would wake up in the night to hear everyone snoring, blowing arse or burping. Add to that the couple that talked in their sleep, it got a little unnerving. To hear someone mutter in their sleep, "Don't worry, it'll be over soon. It's not going to hurt" really creeped me out! I was rather happy I was sleeping with a knife.

Saturday night, reader and commenter Petey decided that his mission in life was to make my eyes water with his gaseous emanations. There are a couple of benches at the fort that aren't going to need to be sealed because he gave them a good shellacking with his arse juices. If that wasn't bad enough, most of the time I was sitting right next to him. There was a couple of times someone broke wind that I really wished I had no sense of smell.

It was a great time and we all had fun. The weather was warmer than I would have liked. I kid you not it hit the sixties on Sunday and was in the mid forties on Saturday. That warm weather melted all the snow turning the ground to mud. It really sucked. Plus I sleep better when it's colder.

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ItÂ’s January fourth, the temps outside are in the 20Â’s and IÂ’m doing something IÂ’ve never done before this weekend. IÂ’m re-enacting in January. ThatÂ’s right; IÂ’m starting my season four months early. After getting voted into the ONW Company I decided that IÂ’m going to actually participate in their winter camps. IÂ’ve been invited in the past, but never felt right in attending because I wasnÂ’t a member.

Right now IÂ’m getting ready to head out. IÂ’m pretty excited as I have a very bad case of the Rendeflu (The illness re-enactors get when they are long away from a re-enactment or Rendezvous). Which is pretty funny since itÂ’s been only two months since the Ball and two and a half months from my last re-enactment. Normally the Rendeflu doesnÂ’t hit me until February, usually right after the Super Bowl.

Now Ktreva and the boys aren’t joining me for various reasons. Ktreva’s biggest reasoning is that, “It’s cold and you’re insane for wanting to camp in this weather!” I on the other hand figure I’ll spend most of the time in the cabin, only leaving to use the out house. It’s the only time when you look forward to being the second person having to use it so the seat is warmed.

IÂ’ll be back on Sunday! DonÂ’t have too much fun.

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