There are festivals everywhere this weekend. None of which I will be able to visit, since I have to work. I was hoping to stop off at the Native American Art festival at the Ah-Tah-Thi-Ki Museum, but since I have to be at work at 11:00 a.m., I don't have enough time for it. I would have to leave for work from the museum by 9:15, and you know it won't get going that early in the morning.
There are about half a dozen festivals with historical interpreters that I wish I could visit this weekend, and the weather is great. As it is this month, I only get one weekend off, so I am saving that to visit my parents and help them out.
We are now into snowbird season, which means that I will be busy on weekends until about April. Working at a park, I work weekend, and all other days people are off. Their days off are our workdays. And snowbirds are off everyday.
We have been running frantic the last couple weeks to get everything in the park ready for season. Fixing things, and finding one calamity after another. Last week we found a water line break, and at the same time found that our sewer was backed up. We ended up having to dig up and replace a sewer line that was replaced two years ago. Ground water had made the line flex and twist so it looked like the rollercoast track on the Great American Scream Machine at Six Flags Over Georgia.
But that is what happens when you have a campground; you always end up having to deal with poop.