Spent the night at Compass Point, the very lovely lake house of Bundschuhs and Ruutupolds. Great company, lulled to sleep by rushing water, beautiful on awakening and walking around. What a treat!
Orienteering race 1:33:45 5.62 km (16:41 / km) +124m15:02 / km ahr:118 max:153 spiked:8/12c slept:9.25 shoes: 2014 icebugs
Nominal course length was 3.4, and I did a lot more. When I was good I was very good, but when I wasn't . . . Worst were #2, where I didn't seem to have any luck trying to relocate, and was only vaguely hopeful when I finally found it. There were a lot of people hanging around, including running into Tony F my first pass, and then again near when I found it, and #8. I bailed out 4 times to various features and walked in ever more slowly, kept coming back to the same area. By the last time I couldn't imagine I wasn't in the right place, but couldn't find anything until somebody came in and punched. After punching I pulled down a big dead pine branch that was hanging over the control.
Otherwise, some minor losses on 6, where I was confused by the little marshes on the way in and wandered off line, and 9, where I stopped short and milled around for a while. Otherwise pretty fine. Drifted right on 3 and had to climb the hill, so lost some time there even though I knew right where I was. Really happy with 4, 5, 10, 11, and seemed to have the fastest split on 12.
Orienteering1:06:05 4.51 km (14:40 / km) +85m13:24 / km ahr:115 max:176 spiked:9/13c slept:5.5 weight:163lbs shoes: 2014 icebugs
Boulder Dash day 1 Brown. Physically felt pretty good, and did a fair amount of running. Only one big mistake, but it was a doozy. 1 was streamered, and easy enough, although I wasn't really reading the map and so got nervous that I might have missed it. Trail around to 2, went more or less right to it, but felt lucky. More or less straight to 3. A little right on 4, but looked around when I got to the more open area and saw the rock. 5 was on the trail, then 6 was on compass, and just missed it before turning back, so maybe a minute lost. Then 7 was the disaster. Saw the stone wall symbol off to the right and convinced myself it was a north line, happily headed south. Things weren't lining up, but didn't get too upset until I came to the wall. Still didn't know what was going on, trying to figure out how I could have gotten to the wall beyond the control so quickly, when it dawned on me. So feeling a bit pissed I headed off toward 7, but without being in good contact, and I wasn't able to establish where I was except in general terms. Finally I found a flag by a small marsh, figured out where I was, and went right to it from there. The rest of the course went well, staying in good contact, keeping moving, reading right in. The only glitch was losing maybe k30 seconds or so by thinking I was going from 10 to 11 when I was only at 9, but figured it out quickly.
cycling2:15:16 17.85 mi (7:35 / mi) +456m7:01 / mi ahr:97 max:153 slept:8.25
Another short ride today. We skipped the steep broken road up from Regaleali to Valledolmo, and then went across toward Sclafani Bagni, beautiful old town up on a giant rock. Some longish climbs, but I was able to use a higher gear comfortably, and then after Sclafani Bagni the girls got in the van before a really long descent into the area of the Parco Della Madonie. Mike and I descended down a long series of tight, tight switchbacks on a narrow road to the valley, beautiful giant valley with big mountains along the side, and much less intensively farmed. Every day has had much different scenery. Another excessive lunch, this time at the beautiful Case di Cardellino. Then we hopped into the van for the ride to Palermo and packed up the bikes. This was perhaps my best day for feeling strong and comfortable, although in fact quite a short ride.
cycling1:46:49 15.53 mi (6:53 / mi) +417m6:21 / mi ahr:111 max:170 slept:7.0
Short ride today, accompanied by Roberta and Tino, filling in for Daniele who is away at his grandfather's funeral. After a rather substantial breakfast, even by my standards, we went to the Agriturismo Villa Dafne for a cheese tasting and "lunch". Villa Dafne is quite an operation, where they make their own cheese, as well as raise sheep and cows, garden vegetables, vineyards and olives. Giuseppe, one of the owners described the cheeses and the process for making each of the 10 varieties we sampled. When they brought a plate out, I wondered how the four of us could eat that much cheese. However, I was mistaken. That plate was just for me, and each of the others got one just like it. Of course it was wonderful, and there was some wine, the Tasca d'Almerita Leone white that we had tasted yesterday. We started with ricotta, first some that was two days old, very delicious, and then the incredible one-hour old fresh ricotta. Soft, delightful, a mix of cow with 15% sheep. Then we passed through mild primo sale flavored with pistachios, to stronger, sharper cheeses made in the same process, but aged six months and 9 months. The 9 month cheese was very strong, very good. Then we moved into the stretched cheeses, and had provola - like little provolone, and then smoked provola. That would have all been fine, but then came aperitivi, olives, eggplant caponata, salami, prosciutto, carpaccio, etc. that would have been more or less fine, but now things started to get out of hand with a first plate of wonderful spaghetti with a sun-dried tomato and oil sauce, although that doesn't describe at all the complexity of it. Well even that might have been ok, but the second plate soon showed up, polpetti with peas. Struggling mightily to eat just a little of it, and soon came the cannoli, of course with their own ricotta.
We were not capable of the ride back, and stumbled into the van for the return and a nap. On the way back I had a nice chat in Italian with Roberta, who is a windsurfing enthusiast.