Last weekend we braved stormy skies to set up camp at History Alive and had a marvelous time.
We arrived just in time to watch the sun set over Fort Lytton – a beautiful start to our weekend – then we grabbed torches and head lamps and busied ourselves unpacking trailer and utes and getting our tents sorted and set up.
We worked until well after dark but we got it all done and the Duke treated us to KFC for our efforts. 🙂
The next morning we woke rested but bleary-eyed, and bustled about the camp getting all the fiddly bits sorted and making sure the Blackwolf Standard was up.
While Piper and Tryg got the fire blazing, Fang put the kitchen tent in shipshape order, and Yliana got breakfast started Soon the air was filled with the scent of frying bacon, scrambled eggs, and hot coffee. There are few smells better than that first thing on a winter morning.
After devouring every last bit of crispy bacon, we all joined forces to get the camp ready for the public.
Every last bit of modernity was whisked away, hidden in medieval trunks or covered with 12th century fabrics.
The Duke did his bit by scouring the breakfast pans and getting them nice and clean for the next day.
Then we could settle in to medieval camp life.
The Piper started his round of duties mending clothing, hats, and other medieval accoutrements with his store of thread and leather.
The Turk sharpened his sword for battle under the watchful eye of Fang.
Yliana got her medieval medical instruments set up for display.
The Turk and Lamont were itching to practice combat before their big battle in the afternoon, so, with help from Tryg and Ysabelle, they both layered on their armor and headed to one of the roped off combat arenas for some friendly fighting.
After a few shuffles around the ring, soon swords were clanging as the Turk and Lamont each fought for supremacy and regained familiarity with their weapons and armor.
Tryg and Ysabelle kept them supplied with water and new weapons and before long they were red as beets, sweating like mad, and grinning broadly as they showed off their battle wounds.
Back at camp Fang, Duke, Piper, and Yliana were organizing preparations for cooking a deer on the spit and chatting with passersby about anything related to our 12th Century trader caravan.
We took turns meandering through the other encampments, and next time we’ll show you what we saw.