That wasn't too bad...

We were told the day before to arrive a half hour earlier than our allotted call times.  The ambiance on the farm was of a dreaded anticipation.  The anticipation for the long weekend ahead.

Even with the lingering feeling of "oh boy", we didn't want to let up.  It was a good night for scares.  Colin and I killed it tonight.  And maybe a few people as well.  We perfected our stalking of the wagon really well.  Every wagon that came through was pretty much followed until the wagon reached the next scene.  I'd say it was a good night.

For some reasons, the Friday evenings have all let out relatively early (knock on wood, still one more Friday...). You would think Fridays and Saturdays would be the equally busiest nights, but Saturdays are significantly busier than Friday.  I spose folk don't like to venture out to a farm after work!

By the end of the night, we had realized we may have done a little too much.  For the next two days would be torture.

(End of 15th evening).