After a long drive (about 4 hours), I'm set up at FITS. My lovely and amazing boyfriend was dropping me off, around 8:30pm, so it was pitch black. We called the number left out on the gate, and the Ride Manager Gail kindly listened to my thousand questions trying to get my bearings on where to set my tent up. Maybe I was too busy drooling over all the big and shiny trailers out here, but I got my directions wrong and nearly set my tent up in the main path of traffic. Thankfully, she had called a lovely gentleman to come out and give me a hand.
My Army boyfriend quite quickly set my tent up with all of the bells and whistles needed to camp out in about 45F. I'm warm and bundled up under plenty of Army-issued blankets, just beginning to hear the horses around call, and what could only be buckets or ties banging against trailers across the camp. Maybe it was because I arrived so late and riders have such early morning starts, but I did not expect it to be so quite. There were hardly any lights on. I've yet to actually see a horse, as I'm "tented" right at the edge of camp, but cannot wait until the morning.