Confest 2016. Part One.This is the third time I’ve been to...
Confest 2016.
Part One.
This is the third time I’ve been to Confest. The first one was A-mazing. The second one not so good.
Both times, I had no camera, and therefore, no ability to photo blog thereafter.
This time, that was not the case. :D
We left at 7am. It was still dark outside but, thanks to the wonders of coffee, milo and travel mugs, we were good to go. I even got to drive the first part of the trip!
By the time we hit the Macedon Ranges, it was a little bit more light. Just light enough that the truly awe-inspiring amount of mist all around us was quite evident.
5 hours and an accidental trip through Swan Hill later, we rocked up. Confest. Welcome Home. It’s amazing how much this site looks like a desert after only three years. I remember it being green when I was here the first time.
We wandered through the winding tracks between the Gypsy and White Trash car-and-caravan camps till the point where we reached Arts. Immediately, there was more green. Less dust. Well, slightly less dust. I was busy pointing out all the sights, from the info tent, to the toilets, to the Open Stage. We curved around the back of Arts, still just meandering, and there was a tent in front of us. This was a particularly magical tent cause, just by coincidence, here was the rest of our camp, and we had just happened upon them.
Confest magic had begun.
