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Saturday Nov 5, 2016 #
Event: WCOC Gay City State Park
10 AM
Orienteering race 1:05:26 [3] 5.39 km (12:08 / km) +180m 10:24 / km
shoes: Icebugs
Cool grey day in Gay City doing the Green course. Most leaves off the trees. The drought has dried up all the marshes.
On a nominal 4.5km course I traveled 5.4km, a more direct route than usual and probably attributable to good visibility, dry marshes, good map and familiarity with map.
My route.
Two booboos. I tripped on way to 6 as I approached the south dam on the swimming pond while I was jogging and reading the map at the same time. Rolled on the gravel path but came away with only sore hands and feeling stupid. Only a few seconds lost. Next, as I left 7 and crossed the barely wet creek using rocks not holding my Icebug cleats very well, I questioned myself whether I actually punched in at 7. Doubt with fear of a missing point, I returned, picking my way back over the creek crossing to re-punch. Later learned I had punched on first visit, lost 90 seconds there. I've got to have more confidence in my subconscious: I mean, have I ever come upon a control in last few years that I failed to check the control number? No. Well then, how likely is it that I would have checked the control number and not jabbed the dibber in for a beep?
But then I don't have a perfect record for zipping my fly. Oh, well, let's move on.
I was pretty much spot on all the way around the course and I'm rather satisfied with route choices. Quibbles: should I have flanked left going from 2 to 3 to take the trail? But I moved well through the woods catching good map features along the way that gave me confidence when to turn right and cross the swamp. Should I have taken a more gradual traverse of the hill on 7-to-8 to reach the trail later and forego some of the trail run?
A pleasing finale to the daytime fall season.
On a nominal 4.5km course I traveled 5.4km, a more direct route than usual and probably attributable to good visibility, dry marshes, good map and familiarity with map.
My route.
Two booboos. I tripped on way to 6 as I approached the south dam on the swimming pond while I was jogging and reading the map at the same time. Rolled on the gravel path but came away with only sore hands and feeling stupid. Only a few seconds lost. Next, as I left 7 and crossed the barely wet creek using rocks not holding my Icebug cleats very well, I questioned myself whether I actually punched in at 7. Doubt with fear of a missing point, I returned, picking my way back over the creek crossing to re-punch. Later learned I had punched on first visit, lost 90 seconds there. I've got to have more confidence in my subconscious: I mean, have I ever come upon a control in last few years that I failed to check the control number? No. Well then, how likely is it that I would have checked the control number and not jabbed the dibber in for a beep?
But then I don't have a perfect record for zipping my fly. Oh, well, let's move on.
I was pretty much spot on all the way around the course and I'm rather satisfied with route choices. Quibbles: should I have flanked left going from 2 to 3 to take the trail? But I moved well through the woods catching good map features along the way that gave me confidence when to turn right and cross the swamp. Should I have taken a more gradual traverse of the hill on 7-to-8 to reach the trail later and forego some of the trail run?
A pleasing finale to the daytime fall season.
Wednesday Nov 2, 2016 #
Note
Moseyed around Straton Brook for an hour between delivering and fetching Susan to/from the hairdresser. Nice quiet time. Flushed a whitetail deer on the minor yellow trail. Nice foliage reflections on the still pond surface.