Orienteering race 25:34 [3] 2.1 km (12:10 / km)
shoes: Vavrys - studded rubber cleats
It was an achey morning. I really was not up for an Orienteering activity. I felt as if I had no choice. Mike Minium and I set the control stands on Thursday. Matthew had designed the courses and arrived early enough, after returning from his business trip, to place the SI units. Mike and I vetted the courses and updated the map.
There were two Sprints. I selected the first one, also the shorter one, to start. The first control was a dogleg over a bridge and back. So much for my course vetting efforts. Although a design faux pas, the first two legs were still suitably enjoyable as a Sprint.
Girl Scouts had been arriving just before I did. They set up camp in each of the 3 or 4 major platformed-tented clearings. They safely secured their gear and personal thingies on the cots (widely in view and within reach), and gathered in their little circles doing girl scout stuff. Then as it turned out, I came running through each of theses serine settings - repeatedly. Disturbing their peace and God's intentions for all. I was uncomfortable. I presume they were. I deliberately tried to avoid both their position (but not by much; I'm far too competitive to run out of the way) and any eye contact, while attempting what might be perceived as a smile - not a comfortable feature for this continence. hopefully I did not scare the little things nor ruffle the feathers of the young biddies looking out for their care.
Like much of our local world the camp is full of Honey Suckle. And it is in active filling out mode, eliminating visibility, limiting passability, and exponentially increasing uncomfortability. I hate the day it was brought here from wherever, and damn to hell the boat it was brought on. Although I secretly do not fault the individuals responsible. I'm guilty of more heinous crimes.
5 to 6 I headed for the swinging bridge. I had experienced its persuasive personality on Thursday and knew it swayed to my unliking. Unfortunately as I approached its northern end there were four of those little girl scouts standing at the base of its steep ladder-like entrance. I prayed they would stand still, hearing me coming, and wait to see what all the commotion might be. Indeed they did.
As I got within earshot one of the green suited little devils says,"you will have to wait for our troop to cross." I immediately respond, "May I pass?" and at that same moment I see the last, I presume, of the five. She is a chubby little thing, given the whole bridge to herself, it dancing up and down, and her hanging on in mixed terror and delight, while she approached from the far side.
Without a second thought I headed down into and across the deep gully. It was a a physical feat. But I was in and back out before Miss Girl Scout finished her trek.
As I approached number 6, I recalled how thick the middle green was around the subtle shallow re-entrant there. Matthew regarded it as a bingo control and in retrospect I must agree. I had some difficulty in placing the bag there on Thursday, but succeeded in aiming off the trail at the top of the hill where the vegetation was its thinnest. Unfortunately I overran this position today and entered the woods lower and where it was much thicker. This cost me dearly, but not as much as it must have cost Mike, for I beat him well on this leg, and on the course overall by a mere 8 seconds!