Okay, so I haven't heard from Tor since I first wrote... I haven't an inkling as to where they might have set up camp. Meanwhile, I'm now in the specific "Group Camping" line: a step ahead (or, um, a car link I guess.)

Oh, oh! It's Torsten! We've achieved communicado. Phew! TTFN

I've really gotta go [potty: both, still haven't been able to escape!]

  scribbled by manky @ 13:18:24
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No way! I'm literally only 2 cars away from the road... and now I have to go potty (#2!?! Oh no!)

  scribbled by manky @ 12:50:05
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Since I can, and I'm bored, I'm gonna write a bit while I wait here in this mugga long line to get in to Creation. You see, we pulled up at 10:27... and I'm still not even on the main road. Oh wait, it's moving, my turn! ¡Oso! Still on gravel! I'm not even to the porta-potty I used when we got here (the line is actually a big loop, with random disorganized outlets that pour into it out of turn.)
So the Wold boys pulled up after us (because Caleb missed the exit, after I had missed it coming the other way...) yet, they are somehow already at the gate, soon to get their spot. Explain that to me!

That's all I can conjure up in Graffiti, this heat, exhausted a/c, and a bored brain. Later.

  scribbled by manky @ 12:32:46
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