NAOC days - just had a small sample but it was very nice. I missed seeing the middle but helped with the long, setting controls with Alar in fantastic woods, waking some points Sat early & and picking up a few Saturday afternoon. Camped at Storrs Pond, setting up the tent around 5:30 Sat. There were other tents but no orienteers that I could see - but it was also nearing dinner time in town. Had dinner at DHMC and then walked Main Street in Hanover, filled with people, mostly college kids. That caused some nostalgia for being young and in college once upon a time. Went to the awards ceremony & appreciated the many club history exhibits.
Cold, cold at Storrs this morning - said 37 in the car & by the time I got to town it said 33F. Just plain Cold for the half-prepared. Saw several runners out in running shorts and long-sleeved shirt but nothing on head or hands. The sprint was really good: great announcing in particular, and courses that used both forest patches and the many buildings. Followed some runners into and across the cemetery and stopped at the edge of a green “precipice” into the woods. Without map or course, could not see what next. Also crossed over to the other side around the Observatory and again peered into the woods.
Happened upon a bronze life-sized of Robert Frost
, a Dartmouth grad. Last summer, we stumbled upon the grave of William Wordsworth in Grasmere in the UK Lake district. I’d say pretty lucky stumbling. Spent the remainder of my time watching finishers and of course talking with some of the many, many O friends I’ve known over the years. Never enough time and always a bit of a social overload at large meets. Always good and inspiring to see Tom Jahn, the Charlows, the Bermans and some "intermediates", Hans B, Tony F, Roger U, vanishing breeds it could be said.
Left before the sprint, miles to go before sleep time, to paraphrase. Thought of NAOC Whitehorse in the Yukon in two years but that is so many miles it’s hard to know.
Ghost at the spectator control...