And a cardboard box, to serve as a makeshift darkroom.
Things came along surprisingly well and I was able to take a lot of photographs without any major mishaps. Not bad, considering it was my first time doing wet plates without the safety of running water or a nearby darkroom. The location was beautiful and perfect for the photographs. If you ignore the gang of ten year old boys on bicycles.
On the way home I realized that I'd officially made the transition into "functional hobo": a pushcart loaded with bags and a cardboard box, hands blackened from a run-in with the silver nitrate bath that the plates are dipped in, and a container full of wine and alcohol bottles (used to hold chemistry). Maybe I should make an attempt to look a little less sketchy next time.
I'll post some images from yesterday soon.