Orienteered decently, but generally went quite slowly. Most of my problems pertained to boulder clusters. Most discrete P-Way boulders are incontrovertible, though not all. Boulder clusters are always a more interpretational thing.
Water features were generally pretty true to form.
After about 1 hour in, I started getting a lot of discomfort around my right heel, like I had a stick or rock poking me. Took off the shoe, shook it out, and checked out the sock. Saw no problems. But, now I have a clear bruise on the insider ankle bone. It must be the shoes, but they never gave me problems before on a long outing... Weird. Maybe there is still something in there.
Later on, when I got to Big Island, I had some careless mistakes. Juxtaposing streamers and making parallel errors (i.e., when you navigate from the wrong control on the map to another wrong control. In this case, I was able to do that to two controls in a row, due to remarkable coincidence in angles, features, and leg lengths. Definitely similar matrices. Maybe an isomorphism.
A large part of my problem was not eating/drinking anything except a danish and coffee at 7:30AM. I was probably low on blood sugar.
Picked up a cab downstairs in Boston at 9:10AM. Was at Union Station at 12:30 and walked over to the NGA in about 10 minutes more.
Spent most of my time in the West Wing of the Ground Floor, perambulating through Renaissance and Baroque Italian and the Dutch Masters. Swung quickly though 18th century British and more quickly through American, but lingered in the The Voyage of Man antechamber as I am wont to do.
As I was admiring the Italian stuff, I reflected upon how fortunate I am to live in a rich country, which while in decline, will be great for a while.
What a great aesthetic rejuvenation, and much needed after all of this logo lunacy.
In fairly rapid succession, we watched A Matter of Loaf and Death, Silence of the Lambs, and Twelve Monkeys. All such excellent movies, but the latter two (with SoTL one of my all-time favorites) both grievously marred by viewing them on commercial-laden AMC.
How apropos I lingered with Cole at the NGA earlier in the day, as the filmmakers, in a fit of whimsy (I guess--maybe there was more significance in the allusion) suspend work from another of the Hudson River School painters above the protagonist's head at one point in the film. I think it was a Bierstadt, but am not sure.
I suspect on jtorranc would know something like this. Anyone care to confirm and/or provide background?