I was prepared for this one. I knew about the treacherous terrain, the challenging load in/load out. But folks I know who are in the know, said I would kill here, so, even though we couldn't find Mt Gretna on the map, off we went to Pennsylvania.
Did you know there is a Little League World Series in Williamspot, PA? Oh yes. And the traffic backup was incomprehensible. I mean, they knew it was coming, right? Anyway, Russell was able to maneuver around it using gut instinct and we only lost an hour. Eventually, the GPS was able to find Mt Gretna and delivered us right into the arms of the man with the yellow vest and flashlight. By then it was almost 6, so a lot of the chaos was over. Our spot was off Pennsylvania, in the woods but not hidden and it was in the path to the porta-potties, food court and music, so the hope was that basic instincts would bring the people to us on their way to other things.
Load in was not too bad. We were able to park on the main road and carry in our stuff. Forget dollying unless you have tires on your rig that were army surplus tank tires. A minor altercation took place on the main road between two guys, each challenging the other to move. I was tempted to advise they pee around their spots and get on with it, but I resisted the urge and kept on lugging gear.
Our spot was lovely, had great back space and we had cool neighbors. We also had a sink hole smack dab in the middle of the booth space. It was deep enough to stagger a person and I knew I had to either redesign the thing or come up with a way to warn people. Eventually, I filled the hole with rocks from the sidewalk, stuck a tree branch in it and made a sign that said "careful!" Not classy, but it made many visitors chuckle. Turned out to be a good ice breaker.
So, Saturday was pretty good. My first customer spent over $300 which is good for me and I was hopeful. Turned out to be awesome, I never had a chance to leave the booth because the traffic was constant, I was jazzed, I had found another good show! And then, Sunday morning it rained.
Now, some folks, wake up, look out the window, see rain and stay home. Smart people check the forecast. The forecast was for a beautiful day after 12 and it was. Sadly, only the smart people came out. The port potties were pristine at 2 o'clock. What does that tell you? My sales tanked as they did for almost everyone around me. Some people did well, but not many from what I could see. Very disappointing.
There was decent food in the food court, the music was loud enough to enjoy but not so close that it interfered with your ability to chat up buyers. You get a free t-shirt but you never see anyone from the organization after that. No, I take it back. One lady in a booth sitter cap stopped by early Saturday. The setting is beautiful, even with the ground being an obstacle course. But when I factor in gas and hotel and booth fee, I would have actually made better money staying with the local show that I dropped in my search for fame and fortune in Pennsylvania.
Wise veterans say you should never judge a show after just one shot. I'm just not sure I have the energy or money to try again. Something to ponder over the Winter.



