Lady Kensley, HL David, Lady Dulcinea, Lord Yan, HL Eoin, Sir Mathias, Feilan and Drust, and I attended Potrero War. I’d only been to Potrero once, with HE Flan, way back in the mid-90s as a day trip. I remembered oak trees and grass. Oak trees and grass were certainly apart of this site (at Potrero County Park), also a twisty road through the mountains, and a landscape dotted with large boulders. It reminded me of both northern New Mexico and very Southern Arizona (two of my favorite spots). The park had stone privies, and portable truck showers and sun-shower stalls, which were nice. Camping circled merchants row, and the fighting fields were shaded by trees. It was lovely weather, with a soaking mist/rain on Sunday morning (which we all survived).
Kegs End Camp Sensitive (as we called our camp this year) was sandwiched between a Cuban/Mexican/American pirate ship, and a group called San Diego TNG. We asked, and yes TNG stands for The Next Generation (like Star Trek), but “has nothing to do with Star Trek.” We did not have access to the main road, and so friends had to either walk through the pirate camp or walk around SD TNG to reach us from the wash. Luckily, I guess, we didn’t have many people looking for us, and we didn’t have any children in camp. SD TNG had 10 foot (at least) white walls that it hid behind. Or so we thought until the first evening of entertainment. It turns out that they purposefully had large white walls in order to play shadow puppets for their neighbors and anyone who happened to be passing by. It made for some interesting (and somewhat disturbing at times) evenings. One guest at the pirate camp (on our right side facing the interior of the camp) was over heard saying, “Geeze, get over it. It’s just sex.” I don’t think he could see the show. An acquaintance from Tir Ysgithr stopped by one evening, dropped of a friend “because she wasn’t into it” to drink, and went in for her turn at being spanked. I can think of a few KE people who’d have joined in, but those in attendance found the show to be fascinating and horrifying.
Other happenings. Sir Mathias was only able to attend Friday night due to mundane family obligations. He marshalled an invitation only tournament (which he won the year previously), and his squires David and Gunnar, and Drust all fought. KE turned out to watch and lend support. Gunnar did well and was 5th (I think), and David and Drust came home with some nice prizes. Sir Mathias was missed.
Other than that, Camp Sensitive lived up to its name. “And unhinge your jaw,” became the official ending to the family curse. We’re still a little fuzzy on the verses before that. Calls of “unhinge yer jaw and iron my shirt, bitch!” were frequently heard.
Potrero War is worth attending. I think the fighters had a good time. I know I did.
Cheers! ~Brighed
