And then on to the main event of the day, the MoboGoGlobo.
Too late to get home, so we stopped at the nearby Dunkin Donuts for a place for Gail to hang out and not have to listen to me try to direct Tori Borish
around the course.
And we did really good except for, well....
I try to cope with new technology, I really do. But sometimes it still gets the better of me.
The new technology in this case was the plain old simple cell phone.
We were doing great, she was zipping around the course, spiking all of them, until on the windy uphill trail run to #10, she disappeared. Up until then, in addition to lots of talking back and forth, I could hear her breathing (she was definitely putting out a good effort). And then, suddenly, nothing. And when you are doing a MoboGoGlobo and suddenly you have lost cell phone contact, that is not good.
What to do? There was no plan B. There was no consideration of a need for a plan B.
I keep talking a bit. No response. Did she fall? Did her phone get crunched? Or maybe just lost the connection?
After a bit I hung up, tried to call her, got her voice mail. Did that again. Next time the phone rang a couple of times, then nothing, like someone had answered, but no one there. Did that a couple of times.
Morale was plummeting.
Ran into the DD to borrow Gail's phone to call. Same results.
Then my phone makes a funny noise. A text message, second one I've ever gotten. Takes a while to find it, but I do, and it's from Tori says -- I can hear you.
We have by now blown off pretty close to 10 minutes. And now I'm supposed to give directions without knowing where she is.
So I give directions to the next couple simple as I can make them, and then ask her to text me when she gets there. And shut off my phone and wait.
But not long. Because Tori is no dummy. Now she's talking again, and not only that, she's two controls ahead of where I thought she was! Seems at some point someone else came along and she hooked a ride and got back to where the course passed by the start and borrowed a cell phone, and, well, which way is 14?
And we're off again, she spikes the last four controls and finishes strong.
We did ok. Met both goals (didn't finish last, first team from Western Mass.)
And for me, at least, it was really really fun. Would do it again gladly. Thanks, Tori, and thanks also to Patrick for organizing it to raise funds for some promising juniors in the Seattle area to help them come to the Interscholastics at West Point.