Best training run all year, including the best orienteering of the year, or ever?
To explain....
Eddie came up to me late Saturday afternoon, very unhappy. Seems he had been part of the crew picking up controls at Earl's Trail, had retrieved 10 of them, but when he got to the last one and was checking that he was all set, one of the e-boxes was missing. He retraced his route best as he could, but no sign of it.
My response to him at the time was not to worry about it, seriously. Because of all the things that could go wrong, that was way down at the bottom of the list in importance. And it wasn't even a box that was being used for any of the other events, so there was no scrambling needed to replace it.
He was still pretty unhappy.
I've had it in mind since then to take a trip out there to see if I could find it, although I figured the odds were someplace between slim and none. Eddie had sent me a scan of his route. And today was a beautiful day, my legs a bit more recovered from Ascutney, in need of a modest run. So I headed off, jogged out to the start of his section and started looking.
One thing was clear right away and that was that you could never have told there had been an orienteering meet there. No tracking, nor any signs at any of the controls that would indicate where they had been.
I figured the likely places were at the control sites, though I assumed he had checked those pretty carefully, and in areas of thicker forest, where a branch might have snagged a control and dislodged the e-box. Least likely were areas of open forest and along trails.
So following his route best as I could, I started a zig-zag search pattern.
Up the hill to the shallow reentrant. Nothing.
Short leg to the top of the knoll. Nothing.
Mostly trail across to the reentrant, carefully checking the entrance and exit. Nothing.
Over to the saddle. Nothing. And by now I'm think that this is really the classic "needle in a haystack" routine, and don't be disappointed when you don't find it, you tried.
Down to the big boulder. Pretty open woods. Eddie's route indicated an approach a little bit from the right, so what seems like about halfway there I told myself to go farther right. Went about 20 yards that way and son of a bitch, there it was.
Unbelievable.
I probably should not say this, but programmed as we are to always "check the code," the thought immediately ran through my mind -- is it the right number? As if there was more than one of these things out there.... :-)
I am somewhat manic-depressive by nature, and this just ignited the manic side of me. So totally cool.
Jogged back, called up Gail, told her to send Eddie an e-mail right away. He too is pretty happy.
And since the expense of replacing it has can now be taken off the balance sheet, a bigger donation for the Ski-O team. :-)