Update from GV Convention
Posted 26 September 2004 - 07:04 AM
Jeff, don't you share the cake?
Cajun are you on duty at the campout too? Where did Camille go?
Posted 26 September 2004 - 07:11 AM
Everybody was really fun!
Posted 26 September 2004 - 07:14 AM
Posted 26 September 2004 - 08:04 AM
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Posted 26 September 2004 - 09:28 AM
I just knew there would be a d#mn rattlesnake lurking about!
Posted 26 September 2004 - 10:11 AM
Posted 26 September 2004 - 02:04 PM
This is what I found when I returned to the campground this morning, besides a bunch of very hungover moderators, who stayed up til about 6 a.m. and were yelled at at 4 a.m. by other campers becasue they were making too much noise. Darn! I missed the fun part!
and some of the stuff left over, which i worked on this morning when i got here!
Then my battery ran out. But not to worry! PLenty of others took about a gazzilion more pics!
Posted 26 September 2004 - 02:21 PM
Posted 27 September 2004 - 12:17 AM
Here is Cajun's dog Max, the unofficial mascot of GV....what a cutie (notice in the photo that his tail would not stop wagging):
Here, some villagers gather for a pre-investigation chat. In this group, we have David (Rock's son), Masquarade, my husband Bob, Jeff, Megan, Rockhauler and Cajun Knight. In the background are tents from another group of Villagers.
Cajun, hands down, was the master of ceremonies. Not only did he drive all the way from Louisiana, he had everything set up and hot stew waiting for travel-weary Villagers. He helped pitch our tent at 11:00 at night, cooked the best Cajun cuisine we've ever tasted, and his deadly Hurricane drink mix had my husband practically seeing spirits.
Here is the master Cajun chef meticulously working his craft. The local health department would not be amused. :blink:
Masq presented Cajun with this well-deserved award for Most Insane, er, I mean, Most Dedicated Villager.
Bridget was a blast and the life of the group. Unfortunately, she could not stay that night to share in the campfire tales and partake of Cajun's bartending. Masq shared some especially chilling encounters and helped me develop a new-found appreciation for Boone's Blue Hawaii. I swear, that stuff glowed in the dark. Here is Masq and Bridget, who is holding a gift presented by Masq for her much-appreciated assistance with the event.
Posted 27 September 2004 - 01:43 AM
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.
Posted 27 September 2004 - 02:58 AM
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