Tenting is a truly remarkable experience of learning again what one so easily takes for granted. Friday night was chilly. The ground was hard. I woke being elbowed and kicked by Laura who had learned that there were showers which opened at 6 am. "If I'm first there I'm sure to get one. But there's only 4 showers and there's 400 or more people. And the sign said they closed the showers at 11 am. " The next thing I remember is wakening again to, "There was no hot water. There wasn't any light. Men kept trying to get in the door because they didn't know I was in there. It was freezing. I couldn't find my clothes in the dark. The soaps still in my hair."
Kiwanis makes a great breakfast for the Rally. By now Andrew and Brian were out and about. Brian likes morning and wakes happy. Bill, despite his mattress or because of it, wasn't early out of the tent and when he did get going it was in slow motion. I saw the other Brian passing with a towel and there was Rafael looking uncharacteristically dishevelled. Kate passed bleary eyed and character after character I'd seen in some other dimension appeared in morning mode. The pancakes and sausages were great. Now here we were clean, shaved and fed and ready for the morning meetings which were terrific too.