I got to Manhood last weekend feeling decidedly raw. This was not helped by the four hour stop/start drive from Yarraman (OMFG...it was brutal). I arrived a knotted up, tense ball of hideous for what I was hoping would be a beautiful weekend. It took me a while to settle into the event, not overly helped by the fact that I was told to set up in the wrong location. Fortunately, my buddy, Robert, was on hand when I was directed to another cabin so he lent a hand relocating my stuff.