I washed up on the shores of the Faerie Realm, finding myself at the end of a long journey at Mount Pisgah park. I had made sure my food supply was topped up, and plunged into the rural area surrounding Eugene. Once I parked my car in a rather empty field, I wandered the roadway of the event grounds. Everything was busy in set up, the few people around bustling in last minute tasks. I walked along the tree shaded road, re-familiarizing myself with the place. It was during one of these wanders that Jeremy and Lyra found me.
Imagine it, if you will. I was rumpled from the previous night in the car, and withdrawn into myself after hours driving, letting my thoughts spiral within. They smiled and hugged me, soundly and with clear affection. I smiled in return, and felt myself face outwards. Like a flower opening after the night, I was refreshed by my time in solitary contemplation. And just like that day blooming flower, too much time spend curled up would cause eventual wilting.
Jeremy and Lyra took me back to their place in Eugene, and made enough dinner for the small horde that was spending this one last night so close to the grounds. Even though I was an unexpected addition, even tho I had nothing communal to offer to the table, they made space, and set me to chopping the veggies for the delicious barbeque. I had a wonderfully relaxing evening, reconnecting with far friends.
In the morning, I woke rather early (for me) at seven thirty, and went out to the grounds with Koe. We were scheduled to volunteer on this day, along with Jeff and Ingrid. I had no idea what I was in for.
Faerieworlds might be best thought of as the mall of the human fae. Sure, there is music, though it ends at midnight. Sure there is camping, but it costs extra. The main draw of Faerieworlds is the vendors. They have roughly 200 vendors, selling all sorts of things. From custom leather armor to raw food, there was an abundance of handmade stuff. Clothing is usually quite popular, all with a hippie twist.
I spent the day helping these vendors to their assigned spots, helping them set up. It was during a rather busy time that my backpack was run over soundly by a large truck. Sadly, my camera was in that bag, and no longer works at all. So, it might be some time before my posts have pictures again.
As the sun drew close to the treetops again, I retired from the field with the other volunteers. Mythmaker had come in during this time, and I was greatly looking forward to meeting up with Hjeron and Christina again. There may even be some mead to be drunk!
Wherever you are, Be There 