US Relay Championships, first leg, green - Started as a train, led into a train wreck, worked into training...
Might as well start this one in the beginning - a train. I left with the pack and the adrenalin got me up the 35m hill. I settled in 1/2 way back or so across the top of the hill towards 2, but stumbled over one of the stone walls. Caught myself on hands and forearms on the other side - ground thankfully, but hit hard. Gashed my thumb on the edge of the compass and bled a bit, but stayed close to the group. Apparently the train missed 2 slightly and was coming back - I punched in right in the middle of the lead group and headed back up hill with them. This hill started to separate me.
I gradually lost the train on the way to 3, and that's when things derailed. I'm experienced enough to know that I wasn't keeping as close an eye on the map as I needed to and slowed down - checked features and found myself. Looking over the map now, I'm pretty sure the first time though I was on the ridge between 3 and 4, but balked, it didn't match up right.
I then proceeded to spend an hour and twenty five minutes re-orienting myself, moving, and repeating - up and down the ridge, along the walls, down the paths, even with the pond. I believe I got close to 4, but never checked it. I did check a control that wasn't on my clue sheet (may have been the second green's 3) I reached 8 and swore. After that, I headed back through the eucalyptus and towards the point of the ridge thinking that maybe I had never gone South far enough.
Standing on the ridge, I saw road - said hey that's nice, I know the road is right there. Checking my map and compass I couldn't understand it - the road was running NE and not SW - the only road on the map running NE was on the other side of the green / valley and I KNEW I couldn't be there.
So I decided to get down to the road and check. I followed it around the slight bend and stood at the intersection of Hawthorne and Cedric. Held my map up and checked my compass.
And then I saw it - my compass had north about 60 degrees off, aimed right at the big clot of blood stuck to my compass with more on my thumb...
At least I knew I wasn't completely daft.
It explained almost everything - I realized that every time I reached a "known" point it may or may not have been - the possibility of identifying a location based on the direction of the wall, ridge, path might or might not have been accurate - and even if I was getting to something clear like parallel to the pond - once I headed back down the ridge and needed to re-orient myself for the fine tune portion to the control, I was headed off 30 meters the wrong way!
I'm laughing as I write this now - but the lesson is clear - don't bleed on your compass, and if you do - scrape it off!-)
The rest of the course - well, I had to get to 3, and it was easily up the stone fence from the road. Coming out of it, I'm sure I recall seeing the hillside above, but never ventured this far. (It would have been interesting to have found 3 with the error in the compass, and then been "off" the entire rest of the course...)
I was just going to walk back to the start, essentially considering the event over, knowing that the rest of the team was headed out on the catchup start.
I had to pass 4 and thought I might was well punch it - and then decided that I get to A caliber meets rarely enough, I ought to finish the course even if I called it training. And so I did. The trip to 5 was solid - I later heard others had issues there. Except for fatigue (I had been out 1:40 by then), I felt good about the rest.
I haven't seen splits posted, but if I were to have found control 3 in just 7 minutes, I'd have a time of an hour - not terrific, but certainly reasonable.
Ah well - time to heal the scratches, bumps and bruises and get ready for the next one...
steve
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