zenfest

the perfect s'more, originally uploaded by MisfitHue.

welcome to zenfest, may you find your zen.

btw, clothing is optional.

we enjoyed the weekend immensely.

first, we got to the camp about midnight. we put up a tent that none of us had seen before in under 20 minutes. when we went to bed about 1 am, it started storming. not a soft patter of rain--a storm that lifted the tent with rapid and loud lightening and thunder. the tent stayed up and we stayed dry... yes! when we finally woke, we took a stab at pancakes... the coleman didn't work and we didn't have a pit. we had yummy doughnettes, brie and prosciutto... nomnomnom

there were lots of interesting classes in reiki, mudras and massage. one guy in a sarong was toting a boa constrictor around. her name was hannah. btw, sarongs seem to be the step between pants and commando.

we nearly had a throw down with the belly dance teachers. they didn't know what the hell they were doing, and we were showing them up something fierce. then jules rocked the poi and even though they asked lars and i to spin that night, we decided that since we were still frequently whacking ourselves in the head with the tennis ball sock poi, real poi with fire might not be good.

saturday night there was a very cool drum circle that played all night. i could still hear one solo drum at 5:30 in the morning. at the bonfire, we watched women wearing nothing but a skirt and coin scarf "belly dance" around the fire. we contemplated stripping and showing them how it should be done... we decided we needed another cup of liquid courage to carry out the deed, but when we went back to camp we succumbed to the call of the sleeping bag.

sunday morning we had a gentleman caller who came to ask if we were going to breakfast and to the lake for a swim--judging by the lack of swim trunks it was a naked swim. we declined with sweet smiles and packed up the tent.

the zenfest was a lot of fun. most of the people were very kind, considerate and intersesting--with the exception of water boy who attempted to greet jules first thing saturday morning with a big wet kiss and later tried to wrap me up with a whip. yikes!

we laughed till we were in pain, decided that we were far more vulgar than men and enjoyed yummy camp chow. jules' jerk chicken and blooming onion were ever so decadant. lars has incredible patience and roasted perfect marshmallows for all of us. sunday morning, after we bolted, we landed in a cracker barrel where i guzzled coffee, lars became obsessed with the little game they put on the table and jules, well, jules put ice in her milk and made a biscuit stonehenge.

we also made a random visit to a cheese store where i discovered cheese curd and we all tried the habenaro cheddar that burned for a good forty miles.

i barely got out big daddy (what we named my camera) because of all the nudity, but i did get some shots of the ritual circle we accidentally camped in. the coven that showed up saturday night to perform their ritual gave us a stern stare down. what could we do? there were two other tents in the way, but their inhabitants were dancing around the bonfire! i also got some shots of the poi spinning saturday night... click the perfect s'more to see more pics.

we nearly forgot the tent and all got sunburned, but no one noticed.... what with naked tai chi!