BG, #41, 12.0k, 425 climb, 24 c. My last was 2014. Not sure why I missed ’15 & ’16. ’17 & ’18 were due to valve and endarterectomy surgeries.
A tough day...
On the way to #1, it took me the longest time to figure out where I was. Old guys Ken, Steve. Fred Pilon passed as expected.. There were still runners to follow to the point but when I got there, just Jim Crawford. Yet there had to have been a bunch more orienteers behind us.
#2 contoured along the hill to the path, JC behind. Simple enough point but I wasn’t getting the feedback I was expecting. Initially I was unsure of the path (there’d been another). Talked with Jim - no other runners around - finally went from the path toward the point but nothing in the way of feedback or other runners…and too early to be lonesome so puzzling indeed.
Fatal peeve, I bailed out to #3. Later JC told me he found 2 not much after he said he was going back. We weren’t far from it. Curious why we were the only 2 in the area. For the rest of the race, I saw, spoke with/helped briefly 2 AR types, above their head on way to 3 & 5 then gone. Saw Ken leaving 3 which puzzled me. Saw David Onkst ? just before 10. Then Ken came from somewhere. We talked briefly. In sight of him to 11 & 12. Told I was 64/72 thru 12!
Saw Ken ahead by 100m or so on the way to 13 in the flat, vague terrain. It seemed to me he’d gone too far when I felt I’d gone far enough but no flag. Seemed a hidden point, a 1m boulder, the flag tucked away, anyway. I did find it without too much trouble considering the openness of the area but wandered a bit as there were several boulders close by.
Then I was all alone the rest of the course, and lonesome it was. I fell 3 times, each fairly hard but on soft ground. 2 face plants, wondered whether I bent/broken my glasses. My right ankle turned several times w/o any pain, telling me I needed the active ankle I’ve put aside since the bad sprain days of early 2000s. Mostly straight and accurate. Got confused coming in from 24. There was a series of small paths I didn’t have a grip on but kept moving on SW opportunities, finally relieved to see Pete & O apparatus. Not to mention having this course behind me. I did contemplate dropping out at 12 or 17 - which offered the last option - but this was probably my last BG (at this rate) so that really wasn’t much of an option.
Too late for the awards ceremony. I brought the original BG ’79 shirt - looks pretty much like it did 40 yrs ago. I don’t think I’ve worn it more than 4 times in 40 yrs.
Beat up - hard course, tough terrain, excellent map. Sharon a good deal ahead of me. I did manage to go to all the points but did not see/punch #2 tho I was within c.100m. So an awful “skip” - I was the only finisher to do that. My penalty was to head toward 3 not knowing where I was,. Went compass line & relocated 3/4ths of the way there. Not to mention the time saving skip. The 310 lost satellite contact numerous times.
19: L fork because I wanted short legs. Heading south from the left fork 19 had probably the best (only?) patch of hard wood forest - bright, open, not rocky for a short period of time. Some gorgeous, intimate parts of the forest, crossed the beaver dam on the way to 21(& by it on the way to 5) - that indeed was a memorable cross section in the woods with the big rock features and beaver dam pond.
Visited Matt & Walt Lyons and family, my parking neighbors - 3 generations of Lyons from NY.
Came home to a brand new 9 w/o puppy from E. Calais, Vt., Beth’s Mother’s Day present
. And all that entails. First order of business was to assemble the kennel & set up some gates.