This was an Eighty Years War period weekend, full of pike and musket drills. This may have been our last time at Camp Tamorancho, in the hills above San Anselmo. The camp has become more restrictive about black powder use, and may completely ban them by next year. Even though they were not allowed to fire them, John and Tony brought their artillery to show off. Mabel and Mary Ann, the twin cannon, helped create a very nice entry into camp.
The Morgan's Company presence grew to five, as Tony and Harvey joined John, Pia and me. We gained points after a catastrophic break in the tavern tent's ridge pole. Harvey was summoned, and used his sailorly know-how to lash a splint onto the pole, thus saving the day - and night of drinking and gambling. That night we used up our good karma (and possibly the camp's good will) by winning seven of the ten raffle prizes.
This year's new fun was having Spanish spies marauding on Saturday night. The Romero brothers spiced up the night watch by sneaking around and "killing" the unwary with a cry of "Attaque!". On their watch, Tony and John successfully thwarted those Spanish dogs, but great damage had already been done. During earlier watches, the brothers killed many a guard, Colonel Gaul and Captain Siler. They also spiked the artillery and captured our flag.
The wildflowers were gorgeous, and I took a little time from my water-bearing duties to explore and take photos.
