We had parked the two convoys on the other side of the tree line, and Nate hadn’t made it down to see what he’d been roped into until this morning. We had stayed at his cabin that first night, and when we came back down the next morning, two tent cities had cropped up overnight. On one side, there was the military camp. Straight rows of tents with a group of bigger tents for supplies, eating and admin. Someone had even set up a flag pole. The Heartland camp was on the other side, and it was just as orderly. Half of the tents were the kind you’d get from any sporting goods store, but the other half…it was like stepping into history. Medieval style tents and pavilions were set up in neat rows, with a larger pavilion at one end surrounded by smaller tents. On its own, that was pretty cool, but then we got to the “parking lot” at the far end. Dozens of trucks, vans and buses were parked next to the line of military trucks, and they were in the middle of unloading them when we walked up.
