I don't know how to start so I will just jump right in...
I have been a backpacker since the 1970's and have always loved it.
I've wanted to come to TD since I first heard of it. Work and other things conspired against my going. Work is sucking out my soul.
My wife injured her back and can no longer sleep on the ground. Rather than go alone (and leave her alone which I feel is just WRONG) I have been not getting out. She keeps insisting it is OK and that I should get out on the trail. I've finally started to listen.
I decided on the spur of the moment that "This is the year I go to TD!" I went online and printed all the info I could find. I nearly changed my mind when I realized just how FAR the drive was going to be!
In the end I packed my gear into the jeep and started the long, over night drive.
I arrlived a bit before the official opening of tent city and was a little down. After the long drive I was over-tired and just wanted to put up my tent and catch some sleep! Nervously, I walked up to a police car and asked, expecting to be given a hard time for being early. His response was "Oh, we're just setting up! Come on over to the table!'
This was the pattern for my whole stay. Everyeone was extrordinarily friendly and helpful! From the policemen who were not bullies but genuinely friendly individuals to the waitress who brought me a second soda with my lunch without asking.
I am not an outgoing person. I find it very hard to just walk up to a stranger and strike up a conversation. It's just my nature. That being said the whole TD experience was so favorable that I relaxed ehoungh that when handed some maracas around the drum circle on Friday night I did not hand them back or pass them on, I played them for hours!
Thanks Damascus, you're a great town!
BL