Spring is definitely in the air here just outside of Atlanta, GA. It was hot and sunny on Saturday, storming by Monday, wind advisory on Tuesday, and that night we had a freeze warning. Now the days are warming up little by little again. This weekend looks like it is going to be nice for my first two days of “work”, I’m looking forward to it.
The campground here on the festival grounds continues to fill up as the days tick down to opening weekend and I have to say, I’ve never stayed anywhere quite like this before.
There are as many if not more tents than there are RVs, a fact I felt sorry about the past two nights with lows in the 30’s. Then again, I remember tent camping with lows in the 30’s back when I lived in Wisconsin, I hope they had a lot of layers. Most have tarps up over them, and often there are several tents per site. Friends sharing the fees, or business partners working together at one booth.
Those that have RVs are more in the range of Cas than I am use to seeing. Only four or five are 35+ feet, all except one or two look older, and a few look truly old, I can’t imagine that they don’t leak.
Folks walk around in all black. Or a mish-mash of bright colors. Piercings, tattoos, and dreds are not uncommon. I might be in the minority wearing jeans.
By now the picture I’m painting might be giving you a negative opinion of these people. I have to admit, when I first saw it I got a bit leery.
And then I felt bad for my snap judgement. When we travel to other countries, we expect the local population to be different and are often surprised at how many similarities we can find between our cultures. Within our own country, we expect everyone to be the same, and it’s the differences between us that stand out the most.
But those differences don’t erase the common ground if we’re willing to look for it. We all want to have a roof over our heads, be able to earn a living, feel safe. I often get asked if I feel safe as a single woman traveling alone, and the truth is that I do. Despite what the media says, most people are good. And I have met some of the nicest people while traveling, here included.
Just because someone has less money or chooses to dress differently, it does not make them a bad person. The campground here gets quiet after dark, there are no loud drunken parties. Trash is thrown away in the proper place, and I have yet to feel uncomfortable around my fellow campers.
In the end we’re all human, and I still need to keep reminding myself of that. If we’d just treat each other with a little more respect despite the superfluous differences the world would be a better place.
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**EDIT 4/18** Pictures are now up, yay!
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