Stepping back in time...

I am packing. Today I am going on a trip and I am excited. Some look at what I do as eccentric self abuse because I am going to be 'camping' for the next three and a half days, in a tent, in eighteenth century clothing, in inclement weather (highs of 30 and sleet/snow mix) but I see a complete escape. No phones. No bits of modern even showing in camp...and camp is 150 tents large - a virtual city of like minded folk portraying every kind of occupation. I am not taking homework. I am taking canvas and paints. I am not taking a palm or a pc. I am taking half knitted socks and teas. I am going to a spa. I am stepping back in time, to the eighteenth century where I still exist as an artist...