Roscoe's Chili Challenge

It was only a day or two later that we packed up into the RV and went to the Victory church again. This time, however, we were staying there for about a week.
After settling in, we took our supplies to the Roscoe's site, with the help of the children's pastor. He brought along a large truck, into which we put most of what we were taking. What we didn't put in there we brought in our van, and in a few minutes we arrived.
Trees were everywhere. It was hot, very humid, and muddy. Anything that wasn't moved around or shaken within a day or two got a green coating from the moss. Even the chain link fence was green!
That may have been annoying, but it didn't stop us. We unloaded and set up our supplies—a tent, tables, chairs, coffee cups and much, much more. We finished in a couple hours, then left. I wondered if we needed to secure anything, so no one would steal anything during the night. But Dad said he trusted these people. I remembered what happened last year—a generator was stolen. Many biker groups came to see if they could help. Later, an ambulance happened to come near, so one club even assumed that someone had found the thief!
So this year, Dad didn't worry about security much.
I wasn't able to participate any more than that with Roscoe's Chili Contest (only people eighteen and older are allowed on the grounds during the event), but what I know is that Dad and the others who helped gave out a lot of coffee and donuts. And on Sunday, when everyone was getting ready for the end of the event, Dad did another memorial service on the Main Stage, just like last year. People submitted the names of others they knew who had passed away. During the service, Dad read the long list. When he read a name, someone else would ring a bell. He also gave out Bibles. It touched many people.
After that, they packed up. Roscoe's was over, so we would be heading home again soon. We got everything stuffed back into the trailer and after a few more days, we left the church. The journey home had started.