Utah. . .
i dont' remember the name of the town. . .but here's how it went from a field liners perspective. . .
We got to this housing site early in the morning (like usual). I slept for like 30 min. then got up to line fields. So we start out without knowing what fields we're supposed to line, but we figure we'll line the football field, which is like 100 ft from the gym (makes sense right?). Wrong. So our vis. caption head tells us to line the soccer field behind the football field so we start to line that, and guess what happens. The sprinklers come on. So we get started painting while dodging the sprinklers. Then the soccer coach (over-sized guy with a fohawk) comes and says that we can't paint the soccer field (that we had almost finished), because it would confuse his soccer players to have those lines on the field. So our last resort was a soft ball field with shin high grass (literally shin high. . .not even kidding), but to add another problem we couldn't practice on there until afternoon, because the football team had camp. So in the meantime we went across the street to a park where there were all these different kinds of birds (ducks, geese and swans) which was just kind of weird, and we just practiced music and a few basics in sections.
We did that until lunch and then at lunch field liners had to go paint the softball field with the vis. staff (which was kind of fun, because it went so fast). And to top it off we had to practice in 100+ heat (which is never fun).
. . .many other bad things happened at this housing site but i've already typed enough for you to get the point. . .sorry about the length. . .