The highlight of this gathering was the night tour of Gettysburg. Rockhauler fearlessly led the group (with the assistance of his son and human flashlight, David) and provided a fascinating tour of this legendary site. While he shared some eerie haunted tales of Gettysburg, Rock's detailed, historical narrative of various events on this battlefield was deeply moving. It enabled us to visualize the horrific battles and empathize with the thousands of soldiers who so needlessly lost their lives.
Here is a photo of Jeff sharing a photograph of a mist he captured with Megan, David, Bridget and Masq. Hopefully, Jeff will post that photo soon on the Spiritography boards:

Here, Rock leads other Villagers along Devil's Den:

Not surprisingly, many of the photos I captured contained your typical dust/condensation orbs. Also, I took many photos without using flash, relying instead on ambient lighting. In those instances, nothing unusual showed up. Keep in mind that Gettysburg on a Saturday night is quite popular, with hundreds of other ghost hunters walking the fields and kicking up dirt and other debris. Still, I did come across this one photo that I thought was interesting. Rock had mentioned that many people witness red lights on the battlefields. This photo contains a strange, red light, to the right of the tree and next to the dust orb. Now, this may have natural explanations. My best guess is that this may be the moon, although in a couple of other photographs, the moon appears much larger in the sky. Still, I thought I'd toss it out there.

SOMEBODY maliciously placed a bottle of honey on the roof of my tent (to the guilty party whose name will not be disclosed for litigation purposes, expect a sumons in the mail very soon!). If it were not for the valiant guard dog Max, I would've been toast.
Bridget, yes I was camera shy. At that time, I wasn't wearing enough bling.
I cannot emphasize enough how much fun the GV campout was. Even for skeptics such as Bob and myself, it was worth the horridly long drive to participate in this event. This was the first time that Villagers met each other face-to-face, and the result was wild. We shared viewpoints, philosophies and encounters that went into the next morning: a fascinating encounter involving a playful ghost cat, an exchange of ideas on the writings of Aleister Crowley, loving experiences with the ghosts of a deceased grandmother and brother, what does it mean to die, etc.
Talk is already brewing about the next GV convention. It would be great if we could do it around New Orleans. That way, Cajun has no choice but to cook again.