Going into Tuesday of War Week, I knew that it was going to be a busy day: Slavic Interest Group meetup at noon, joining the Broken Consort for a 2:30 p.m. performance as part of the European Music Expo, Taco Night for my household dinner, and finally leading the dancing for the Blue Feather Ball and Fashion Cotillion. I had seven attendees at the meetup, and the three musical pieces the consort performed sounded great.
Later in the afternoon, as I puttered around the merchant area of Pennsic and then started heading back to camp, I began to hear a rumor that water service to the campground had been lost. Now, I've heard of camping blocks finding themselves with low water pressure for one reason or another. It happens. By the time I got back to camp, however, the official Pennsic War page on Facebook was announcing that a power outage had hit a large section of Butler County, so Cooper's Lake Campground had no electricity, and therefore no water -- because all the campground's water comes from wells that need to be pumped.
Initially, the utility company was saying that power would be restored by 7:30 p.m. That didn't seem unreasonable. In my camp we usually eat dinner at 6 p.m., so we went ahead with Taco Night on our paper plates, and the cooks just set aside the pots to be washed once the water came back. The Coopers said that the camp store was still open because of its large solar array.
Patches (Dean of European Dance) and I traded text messages about possible scenarios for the Blue Feather Ball dancing. (Gee, what did medieval people do before texting was invented??? 😏😏😏) The plan had been to teach certain dances from 8 to 9 p.m. in the dance tent, then move over to the Great Hall (along with the musicians) for the actual Blue Feather festivities. So our text messages also went to the band leaders and the fellow who organizes the Blue Feather Ball. We were all getting kind of frantic.
The consensus: we would start teaching the dancing in the dance tent at 8, and see whether the power and water came back. We turned the switch for the lights above the musicians' area into the "on" position as an indicator that the electricity was flowing again. Joshua, the Blue Feather leader, was very concerned that the Great Hall would be completely dark without electricity. He had four or five tables heaped with hors d'oeuvres and snacks all ready for consumption ... what to do with all that food? He was thinking of arranging the tables in a corridor-like setup so that people could dash in, grab food and continue socializing outside the hall. But he wasn't really happy with that format.
Meanwhile, I started the dance instruction in the tent. The musicians gamely clipped their battery-powered lights to their music stands, while we dancers made do with the ambient light coming in from the open sides of the tent. As the hour passed, that ambient light grew dimmer and dimmer. Yes, we were fortunate that sunset was still relatively late ... but we couldn't stop the Earth from turning. Finally we called it quits. We were unsure what to do next.
(To be continued...)


