It’s been a year. A good one, a bad one, a trying one, and a long one. It’s really closer to a year and a half. I did get croned, just not when I thought I would. We got to PSG, and it was wet. Really, really wet. It was so wet, we were flooded out. The pictures are from the Wild Hunt article on the event.
It was crazy. Water was up to our knees. If we hadn’t had the camper, we would have floated away. Several people lost their cars and all their camping stuff, but amazingly, there were no people injured, and close to 1000 people helped each other, supported each other, and vacated the campground in an orderly manner. Needless to say, the croning never happened.
Fast forward to this year. It was beautiful, albeit really, really hot. The temps were close to 100F with humidity in the 80-90% range. Around 800 people still came, and it was great. I participated in all the croning activities, but it was so hot and I was so miserable. I had a pleural effusion – a pocket of fluid in my lung – and breathing under normal circumstances was difficult. The heat and humidity made it almost intolerable. Then, in the middle of the week, I fell out of the shower house and badly sprained my ankle. Thanks to the above and beyond assistance of the medical crew at PSG, I was still able to complete the week and go through the ceremony. It was, though, not what I’d hoped it would be. Certainly not due to anyone other than me, though. I was physically miserable, and having a very bad time with depression. I felt I could have gotten so much more out of it if I’d been in better condition, mentally and physically. In the end it was a wonderful and moving experience, but I almost want to do it over so I can be completely present and invested in the process.