Now onto new maps for the rest of the day, at least for me. Stage 3 was a mile up the road, Hollis Elementary School and surrounding forest.
Not a good run at all. Picked up the map, there's not much on it, scale is 1:3,000, but boy was it hard to read, especially hard to figure out where the course went, hard just to figure out where #1 was. And then generally didn't have a lot of faith in the map, knowing it was made with a USGS base didn't help the confidence.
Slow getting to 1, slow getting to 2, very slow getting to 4, nailed by a single strand of barbed wire hanging from a tree on the way to 5. Somewhat crappy woods so I took a way-around route to 7, lost a few seconds to Ken Sr. 8 and 9 were ok, really had to search the map to locate 10, got there ok but had trouble spotting the control. 11 was ok, but then should have gone left of the school to the finish.
And all the way the running was getting more of a struggle.
The excitement happened shortly after I finished, I think it was Samantha came running by, someone's hurt, the hill coming down from 8, Dean is with him, he needs help. So Lex (a real doctor) and Charlie (an EMT) and several others head off to help. And the word is it's Erik who is down, Erik Nystrom, the Swedish exchange student staying with Charlie and Rhonda, just a great kid and a real good orienteer too. And the word is he is hurt pretty bad.
Up at the scene Erik is lying on the slope, clearly in pain. Lex checks him out, off with the shoe very carefully, out with the brace, wraps up the ankle good enough to protect it on the trip out, and then a couple of the strong young guys (Ross and ?) carry Erik the 100 yards or so out to the road. And then Erik is on his back and getting iced, and Lex is worried he may have broken his tibia, and then before long Charlie and Rhonda are packing things up to head home and get Erik to an X-ray machine someplace near home.
And Phil and I head off to stage 4, feeling really bad for Erik, and probably each of us also a little glad it wasn't us. Because there are any number of times in this sport that it could be.
Note: I called up Erik about dinnertime. He seemed to be doing better, certainly in better spirits. No fractures, a bad sprain, but he said someone had told him maybe two weeks and then he could be active again. Which is a lot better than it looked like it would be. And he also said to thank all the folks that helped -- part of the reason he felt so bad at the time was he was just scared, didn't know how bad he had hurt himself.