My bladder and the daylight wake me fairly early, especially considering the late night. I pull a t-shirt on over my pajamas, slide into my flip-flops, and pad down to the porta-potties. When I return, I’m sure I won’t get back to sleep, so I dress, brush my teeth, and sit in a camp chair to enjoy the silence until others begin to stir about half an hour later.
Breakfast is bacon and scrambled eggs, fruit and cereal. Then many of us attend a private concert by a friend of a friend who plays guitar, banjo, and accordian.
Afterward, we eat lunch and go our separate ways — some to watch a film, some to swim in the lake, some to hang around the campsite. I walk around with Gina to the Merch Tent where we both eye cute skirts and jewelry. When we return to the camp, I nap in the hammock while others play games and throw pottery. Dinner is spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread. More games follow: Golf; Spoons; Apples to Apples; Ship, Captain, Crew (a convoluted version because I can’t remember all the rules and scoring); 10,000; Mancala.
Another late night, but I feel I’m adjusting to Cornerstone time. Before I bed down, I attempt to re-inflate the air mattress. What a pain. There’s got to be a better way to sleep comfortably in a tent without having to air up the bed every day.