Friday night:
Wendy and her team- Same-old, same-old night before Swamp
Donkey jitters, planning, registration and equipment shuttling.
Me- Wine drinking and foot putting upping.
Saturday, early morn:
Wendy and her team- Ass-crack-waking, scurrying and slog,
slog, slogging.
Me- Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Saturday, ten-ish:
Wendy and her team- Slog, slog, slog.
Me- Extreme coffee making and magazine reading.
Saturday, ten-thirty-ish:
Wendy and her team- You know.
Me- Host of dumb dog university down at dock. Lesson one: Frisbee extraction from
dock cribs. Lesson two: Peace
treaty regarding Frisbee.
Saturday, eleven-ish:
Wendy and her team: Somewheres near me.
Me- First spotting of Swamp Donkey canoe teams paddling
across Fiery Birth! Move all coffee
and magazines to dock. Sit with
binoculars and watch for peeps.
Saturday, noon-ish:
Wendy and her team: Slog across water in sight of High Rock!
Me- Stand on dock.
Blow whistle and wave red pajama pants in encouragement.
Dumb dogs: Wrestle for Frisbee rights.
Saturday, maybe one-thirty-ish?:
Wendy and her team: Slog to bikes at McDoug’s Landing.
Me- Saunter about McDoug’s taking pictures.
Later…
Wendy and team slog on while I drink Caesars then nap. I wake from nap to silent cottage then
look for dumb dogs and find them pacing the dock. After some sleuthing I find the Frisbee locked again in the
mighty jaws of the dock cribs.
Dumb dogs rejoice.
Finally…
I pull up to race headquarters in time to scrape
slogger-Wendy up, feed her some nice Fort Garry dark ale and put her to
bed. All are triumphant including
Frisbee chewing dogs. Success.
1 comments:
This picture is of me at the beginning of the 50 kilometres we were about to cycle... off road! I'm pleased to see myself still smiling. If only I had known the (literal) ass-kicking I was about to endure - I would have worn my chamois shorts!!! Was fun nonetheless. Thanks to you and Jeff for letting us stay at the lake and most specifically to you for hosting Dock U for Eeeidiot Dogs.
Kisses,
W
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