Subject: enamored

From: "Gwendolyn V. Arroyo" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2007 18:31:37 +0200

There were 57 racers on 28 teams. The race booklet reminded us to make sure we kept the rope with us for the remainder of the race, so we had to wonder what else we might need it for.
We were able to find most all of these points without issue. Both boats recovered fine though, and these teams were off without further incident. We found unmanned CP7 without a problem and recorded the number on the fishing license tacked to the duck blind at the specified UTM coordinates. We must of looked like 3 drunken sailors. They both finished about 35 minutes behind us.
She had her blood syrum tested recently and the results showed a non-theraputic level of Dilantin in the blood stream. At any rate, she is recovering nicely.
Marcy popped out of the woods and immediately started wading across the river. There was definitely a lot of nervousness in the air as racers unloaded boats, bike and other gear in the darkness, amid the sound of the ocean waves pounding the beach. Mark was the first up.
The plan seemed to work as everything lined up well, except for the actual CP.
We went back to the RV and each had a quick shower in the RV.
The attack point for the next point was kind of tough. Some teams saw their bonuses erased by penalties for crossing the line a little too late.
As we were heading up to the summit of this climb he came back down and told us to look behind the bush at the top.
It was a difficult clue for many to find on the web. With this setback, we figured once again we were falling further to the back of the race. As we headed toward CP1, Rick double-checked and decided that we had gone too far.
The trail would fade and then we would find it again.
I finally called 911 after it became obvious that she was not going to stop.
He was quick to correct me, that only one person ran to this marker, there were 3 who came on bike and one used a canoe to get the marker. We all agreed it would be safest to all go down together.
Notice that the reports are linked to at the bottom of the page: both Bob and I have one for this race.
About half way down, a rock completely sliced open the tread face of my tire.
Back at race check in, the race director told us she was happy to see us.
As we completed the repel a team pulled up.
We left the climbing area around 2ish and knew we were going to be hiking in the dark. As I understand it Mike towed Beth who in turn had a line to Cory.