BDV was fun. Camping under the wing, the drunks at the end of the runway holding score cards for the landings, the front end loaders & dump trucks clearing the empties from the streets...that person who never learned to land a C210, despite going up & down like a yo-yo the whole weekend doing joy flights. Leaving there with a new set of footwear I cobled together after losing a shoe (found a broken thong, made straps with some bailing twine. Later I found its mate and could toss my other shoe)
None of this stupid security fencing and the like.