The second weekend of August took us all the way to Symco, Wisconsin for a pretty spectacular hot rod show. Steve played this event last year and we had a lot of fun. So it was a return trip, a busy working trip with not much time for photography. I don’t just take pictures, I take care of Mr. Trent too along with his guitars.
Well this was quite the trip as it started off pretty rainy so after the first evening of playing we parked the van out in the middle of a field – designated for camping and slept, we both were exhausted it had been a long trip and a tuff work week beforehand. The van has been modified to be pretty accommodating with an elevated bed, sink, camping toilet and a place to store the cooler. A little claustrophobic for me, but Mr. Trent had put an awful lot of work into it so I was going to make the best of it. That night it rained, and rained and rained some more-nice for sleeping but we both were hoping that the rain would stop to help the festival be a success. The morning came and I timidly peaked out the door to make sure we were not floating. I breathed a big sigh of relief when I saw we were still on some pretty solid ground. That didn’t last for long. I will mention at this time that my goal for that day was to stay dry and to keep my hair in a spectacular giant teased up form. We went to turn around to head in to set up the gear and we were faced with a situation that many couples face. I stated simply and firmly “I don’t think it is a good idea to turn around over there” . Mr. Trent disagreed with me, well this conversation went on for a few minutes until there was a snappy “I told you so” from me and the van was stuck in the mud. Not funny at the time. I was beyond salty about this little mishap. Finally after much trial and error and a lot of struggle two very nice gentlemen came and pulled us out. My goal for the day was long gone ….my big hair plastered flat to my head with mud and water, I was soaked. As I walked through the festival searching for the showers I had several people say things like “poor thing” or “my goodness you are wet!” My favorite was “I believe someone is selling ponchos” I thought to myself “little late for a poncho now”
Well the day went on. Mr. Trent found a nice place to set up under a roof and the music commenced. The rain subsided. The earth started slowly drying up. Luckily the rain didn’t keep people away while it was coming down, which I was very happy to see.
Symco was a fun success and we had to load up and quickly head over the Warren, Ohio way for another car show. We went from wet and cool to very hot and humid in about twelve hours. That was another very fun event but I was very glad to head home, see the pets and sleep in a room without wheels, and take a nice hot shower.
Well this was quite the trip as it started off pretty rainy so after the first evening of playing we parked the van out in the middle of a field – designated for camping and slept, we both were exhausted it had been a long trip and a tuff work week beforehand. The van has been modified to be pretty accommodating with an elevated bed, sink, camping toilet and a place to store the cooler. A little claustrophobic for me, but Mr. Trent had put an awful lot of work into it so I was going to make the best of it. That night it rained, and rained and rained some more-nice for sleeping but we both were hoping that the rain would stop to help the festival be a success. The morning came and I timidly peaked out the door to make sure we were not floating. I breathed a big sigh of relief when I saw we were still on some pretty solid ground. That didn’t last for long. I will mention at this time that my goal for that day was to stay dry and to keep my hair in a spectacular giant teased up form. We went to turn around to head in to set up the gear and we were faced with a situation that many couples face. I stated simply and firmly “I don’t think it is a good idea to turn around over there” . Mr. Trent disagreed with me, well this conversation went on for a few minutes until there was a snappy “I told you so” from me and the van was stuck in the mud. Not funny at the time. I was beyond salty about this little mishap. Finally after much trial and error and a lot of struggle two very nice gentlemen came and pulled us out. My goal for the day was long gone ….my big hair plastered flat to my head with mud and water, I was soaked. As I walked through the festival searching for the showers I had several people say things like “poor thing” or “my goodness you are wet!” My favorite was “I believe someone is selling ponchos” I thought to myself “little late for a poncho now”
Well the day went on. Mr. Trent found a nice place to set up under a roof and the music commenced. The rain subsided. The earth started slowly drying up. Luckily the rain didn’t keep people away while it was coming down, which I was very happy to see.
Symco was a fun success and we had to load up and quickly head over the Warren, Ohio way for another car show. We went from wet and cool to very hot and humid in about twelve hours. That was another very fun event but I was very glad to head home, see the pets and sleep in a room without wheels, and take a nice hot shower.
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