Standing in lines. You know it’s gonna happen at festivals, and there’s nothing much you can do about it.
I mean, you can plan ahead and try to outmaneuver the crowds, but they’ll all doing the same thing YOU are, so… y’know.
The real difference with an outdoorsfest is that you have a bunch of woods right next to you, and for those people who aren’t squeamish about it… well, let’s just say that they don’t have to worry quite so much about adding length to the bathroom lines. They just have to worry about 1) how many and who’s been past the treeline before them and 2) therefore where they step, and 3) what was the description of poison ivy and poison oak and poison sumac, again? Are you sure?
Been to an event like this. If organizers are nice, they booked more than the recommended number of porta’s and those are getting serviced very regularly. I also used to regularly go to a specific theme camp every summer and they had bountiful lush poison ivy and oak. They mowed and cleaned up around the camp and gave you warnings all over all the time about stay in the mowed areas. There would be one dimbulb that would not listen and end up in the medical building and usually had to be sent very expensively to a hospital about an hour away and miss the reason they were there at camp. So it would reinforce everyone staying in the mowed areas…
Usually first up I’d rather be in the bathroom line… yes I know how to water woods but usually there are other needs. Hm. Maybe Dr. LeChamp might get some business this morning.
Sunday, when you can let it all hangout and play hard as it’s the last day. Yay!!!!!
My family got lucky in that way. We don’t have a reaction to poison ivy, oak, or sumac. I still avoid the stuff so I can’t spread itching oil around to those who are allergic to it.
I don’t go into the woods anymore. Too many bears in there. And they’ve used up all the TP.
I was always in a group. As long as you don’t cut in line, you can go up to the front and check. I HATED line jumpers. Got a BIT dicey a few times, when I saw people “just ask a friend for a hookup” then they pretend they were “there all along”..
The wife doesn’t like confrontations. But I will get L-O-U-D over a line jumper..
a year of 6 foot gap did not improve them any, either
The best part of poison ivy is that it does not take effect until 3 days after you touch it. In a week-long situation, this means some people immediately test and ASSume they are safe, so they stop trying to avoid it. Who would be the best example of that mindset?
Me at the gas station/donut shop today: *turning around* Step back miss, you’re too close…
Her: “Fuck you.”
Me: How about no, you’re too damn ugly.
Hope she left you with your dental work.
A lot now are no longer masked and a lot also are skipping the distancing… just because over half the (US) population are now vaccinated, that doesn’t mean you are immune, just more resistant. I still had the plague a month after my second zap. Just that it was probably much more minor than it would have been pre-zap.
Even if you avoid the three common poisonous plants, this year the ticks are especially bad. Not a time to be dropping trou or doing the squat. Not even a good time to just walk off the mowed paths.
Where you are they probably are. Here was about 2010, everyone’s creatures were covered with them then came the wave of deer ticks (very tiny). The vet was buried by people bringing in dogs just COVERED in them, (over 400 at a time was what the tech said) and the next day the dog would come in again. Putting Ivermectin on them, did no good. We had a keeshond and I had to do her EVERY day and we mowed the yard bald and sprayed until all the trees were half dead. She got something that started with an E and was about 30 letters long. Vet gave us meds, she lived about another six months with constant medication. Neighbor caught the human version and lost all three of his dogs. That was a long hospital stay and he hasn’t been right since. They got into some stuff stored in giant ziplock bags in the house, they can live for OVER A YEAR. THAT’s a bad tick year.