Well I'm back. Ryan and I flew down to El Paso for Clan this past weekend. I stayed up till 3 accidentally (hanging out with friends, then had some emergency work to do) and had to wake up at 5:30 to get to the airport. My flight got canceled, I got randomly selected for further screening, and once I got to El Paso my luggage didn't arrive. I left my baggage claim tickets on the previous flight too. Luckily they came on the next flight which arrived at the same time Ryan's flight came in. We drove 3 hours to get to the hotel and went up to the site for some night fighting. It was a long day.
The next day was hot. I put sunscreen on but I missed a few spots and forgot to reapply in some others, so I'm still burned, not too bad though. The fighting was okay, not a ton of people (considering there were around 500 people through the gate) fighting. We had 40 or so on the field at any one time (20 on 20 or so). Which is pretty low considering. Why people weren't fighting I can't say. I took breaks here and there to save some energy because I haven't fought a good solid routine for a few years now. We all still had a good time.
The next day it started to rain. And it really rained. We stood under a pavilion for an hour or so waiting for it to let up... it didn't. So we went out to fight anyway around 10. The rain would ease up slightly, then it would pound down again for an hour or so and it did this consistently till about 3:30 and we got a few hour break from the heavy rain. It eventually rained heavy again and it was difficult to move and hold your sword. It was pretty fun though, our fighting company was all out on the field representing and tearing everyone up, we were definitely the only organized presence on the field for the days we were there.
We all could barely walk that night, we had put our bodies through hell and hell is what we were experiencing.
But, I'm back now, burnt, sore, and happy to be home. We do have some photo's, but I don't have them yet, so I'll put them up asap.
-Twyst
