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Sunday May 17, 2015 #
10 AM
orienteering 1:59:57 [3] **** 10.63 km (11:17 / km) +475m 9:13 / km
spiked:13/18c shoes: Inov-8 Oroc 280 #1 (blue)
Mt. Tom, Blue, 7.3 km/400 m. Steep and warm. Phil had graciously agreed to let Nancy and me start early so that we could get to Stephen's theater performance, but due to some logistical difficulties, we didn't arrive as early as we had planned to.
I had a few controls that I kind of botched, particularly #6 and #12, plus #18 was a little further NE than I was expecting (although clearly in the right place). (Note: no split punched at #2, so after #1 the controls are off by one.) On #6 I just about walked past it in the process of relocating, and then wasted a few minutes before believing where I was and going back for it. On #12, I was right on target and almost there, but I went by a big cliff that I couldn't find on the map (but I can now), and convinced myself I was in the wrong place and wandered off for a while. The mosquitoes were as plentiful as advertised, but I was doused with repellent and kept moving (but I got a few in the mouth).
My two-hour time, combined with the backup on the Pike due to the airshow at Westover, meant that we arrived late to the show, but it wasn't too bad; we missed Kansas and half of the Munchkinland scene, but were on time for Stephen's big "If I Only Had a Brain" number. This was the last of 14 performances, and could conceivably be the last (of what must be hundreds of times) that I've seen Nancy's kids on stage.
I had a few controls that I kind of botched, particularly #6 and #12, plus #18 was a little further NE than I was expecting (although clearly in the right place). (Note: no split punched at #2, so after #1 the controls are off by one.) On #6 I just about walked past it in the process of relocating, and then wasted a few minutes before believing where I was and going back for it. On #12, I was right on target and almost there, but I went by a big cliff that I couldn't find on the map (but I can now), and convinced myself I was in the wrong place and wandered off for a while. The mosquitoes were as plentiful as advertised, but I was doused with repellent and kept moving (but I got a few in the mouth).
My two-hour time, combined with the backup on the Pike due to the airshow at Westover, meant that we arrived late to the show, but it wasn't too bad; we missed Kansas and half of the Munchkinland scene, but were on time for Stephen's big "If I Only Had a Brain" number. This was the last of 14 performances, and could conceivably be the last (of what must be hundreds of times) that I've seen Nancy's kids on stage.