State XC 2006 - day one
It’s Friday morning November 3, and it’s off to the State XC Meet. Coaches Wright and Miller picked up two vans at Enterprise Rental Cars and the Wolfves and Ms. Schactler have also volunteered to drive giving us plenty of space in the vehicles and some insurance if things go wrong. (i.e. someone gets sick and cannot drive)
The girls are busy distributing handmade gifts to each other. Cardinal and gold abounds in everything from boas to traffic cones. There is much smiling and laughing as this Capital XC Potlatch unfolds. The guys stand around bewildered, not by what is taking place before them, but because it is 8:00 a.m. and what they really want to do is crawl into the vans and go to sleep.
Our first stop, as always is at the pass. There is a light covering of snow, but it is disappearing quickly due to rain. Joe shows up with his Dad. He is headed to Eastern for a college visit and then plans to take in the State Meet the next day. I understand Joe found Eastern to be a fine educational institution. Academics have always been important to Joe and Joe is seeking out the best – oh yeah, and his girl friend goes there also. The guys in my van decided to buy some pizza and sandwiches and have a sit down brunch. Everyone else leaves as they sit around eating and sharing note on the food.
After what seemed like hours we hit the road. Graydon was riding shot gun and was in control of the CD player. I think we heard perhaps three songs all the way through. Now I know how my wife feels when I have the remote. Max owns an eclectic collection of CD’s featuring Frank Sinatra, Snoop Dogg, and Techno music. One of the techo selections has guys yelling San Francisco randomly during the tune. Snoop Dogg was in quite a dilemma and found himself running to the trunk of his car and pulling out a hand gun which made everyone run and duck all at the same time. Duck walk running – I would like to have seen that – minus the hand gun of course. Snoop Dogg’s life has been on a downward skid ever since he ditched Charlie Brown. I wonder if they will ever get back together for a reunion tour. There was a lot of talking, but absolutely nothing intelligent was said for four hours. After re-reading this I realize it might have partially been my fault.
We stopped at the Dairy Queen in Yakima for lunch, another tradition.. Graydon still fearful from his encounter with the cyclone fence last spring refused to go to Subway and did not eat. This didn’t bother me too much because only an hour before we had eaten at the pass.
After arriving in Pasco we checked into our rooms and then went out to jog the course. The girls left first and the guys followed later. The weather was decent. The changes in the course looked promising, but we were to find out the next day perhaps had slowed down the times. I buzzed over to pick up the race packet. Much to my surprise, several of our athletes were on the cover of the meet brochure. I picked up a handful of pins and wandered out to locate the team.
NEXT – LOST!
The girls are busy distributing handmade gifts to each other. Cardinal and gold abounds in everything from boas to traffic cones. There is much smiling and laughing as this Capital XC Potlatch unfolds. The guys stand around bewildered, not by what is taking place before them, but because it is 8:00 a.m. and what they really want to do is crawl into the vans and go to sleep.
Our first stop, as always is at the pass. There is a light covering of snow, but it is disappearing quickly due to rain. Joe shows up with his Dad. He is headed to Eastern for a college visit and then plans to take in the State Meet the next day. I understand Joe found Eastern to be a fine educational institution. Academics have always been important to Joe and Joe is seeking out the best – oh yeah, and his girl friend goes there also. The guys in my van decided to buy some pizza and sandwiches and have a sit down brunch. Everyone else leaves as they sit around eating and sharing note on the food.
After what seemed like hours we hit the road. Graydon was riding shot gun and was in control of the CD player. I think we heard perhaps three songs all the way through. Now I know how my wife feels when I have the remote. Max owns an eclectic collection of CD’s featuring Frank Sinatra, Snoop Dogg, and Techno music. One of the techo selections has guys yelling San Francisco randomly during the tune. Snoop Dogg was in quite a dilemma and found himself running to the trunk of his car and pulling out a hand gun which made everyone run and duck all at the same time. Duck walk running – I would like to have seen that – minus the hand gun of course. Snoop Dogg’s life has been on a downward skid ever since he ditched Charlie Brown. I wonder if they will ever get back together for a reunion tour. There was a lot of talking, but absolutely nothing intelligent was said for four hours. After re-reading this I realize it might have partially been my fault.
We stopped at the Dairy Queen in Yakima for lunch, another tradition.. Graydon still fearful from his encounter with the cyclone fence last spring refused to go to Subway and did not eat. This didn’t bother me too much because only an hour before we had eaten at the pass.
After arriving in Pasco we checked into our rooms and then went out to jog the course. The girls left first and the guys followed later. The weather was decent. The changes in the course looked promising, but we were to find out the next day perhaps had slowed down the times. I buzzed over to pick up the race packet. Much to my surprise, several of our athletes were on the cover of the meet brochure. I picked up a handful of pins and wandered out to locate the team.
NEXT – LOST!
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