Have you ever been the first one at a gathering and the last one to leave? We setup and watch as each trailer comes in.  It’s wow, did you see that one? Hey, that’s so and so. And, while we’re watching, the campground fills up and the next time you look, the vintage village has become a real thing. There are friends and families, trailers galore and the quiet, empty campground has become a community. This does not happen when you go camping as a single unit. The other campers are nice but they are not our people. There’s something magic about looking out and seeing rows of vintage trailers and teardrops. It’s a place out of time, living history. And on the appointed day, people start packing up. You hear tent poles and trailer jacks being put away. Decorations come down and the vehicles are ready to go. People drive by and everyone waves. Soon it is just us again and the magic has gone. It’s always sad but we know that it will happen again and every time is does, the magic returns.