Donner — Sunday

Katie and Roy left the cabin very early (5:30). Three hours later, I peddled down to the public beach. I just missed Katie’s wave go off in the swim. I found Roy and we waited 24 minutes for Katie to finish the 0.95 mile swim. (About as long as it took me to swim 400m.) Then she headed out on the bike, up the old highway to Kingvale. Then the climbing really began. She cruised back and then circled the lake on the run. Rachel tried to see her on the road at the cabin, but missed her when a competitor needed to pee near where she was. Rach wisely gave the man as much privacy as peeing on So. Shore Dr. could privide. Mom and Dad also went up to the road to look for her, but she was too fast and had already gone by. I thought Katie looked great and fresh as she returned to the finish. In what was an “ok” day, she finished 3rd in her age group.

After lunch, Rachel and I went down to the dock for a little reading and “dock diving”. There’s some smoke from the Sands fire but it’s too far away to be a danger here. Mom and Dad stayed on the deck and read most of the afternoon. Rachel and I went to the park for a walk to Split Rock, and then along the shore. A jump on the lake was necessary after a strenuous adventure.

Dinner were lamb chops, peas, and couscous. Dad apparently doesn’t like couscous and stared at the pot as it cooked, repeatedly asking, “What’s that stuff?” As Mom and I were serving up, he told her “I don’t want any of that.” Which was a bit of a bummer since the lambs off which these chops came must have been miniature. Kind of bite sized chops really. At the end of dinner, Mom said “I have another four chops in the fridge.” I’m not sure why we didn’t cook them as well. As we were doing the dishes, Dad must have still been hungry, since he saw some mint Cliffbars in the kitchen. He asked what they were and then took a carving knife out to open the package. According to him, it was good, but I’m not sure it was better than the couscous. Mom and Dad only had one or maybe two libations before the Old Crow ran out, so the after dinner conversation was, well, a conversation. Rachel and I watched the end of the movie “Rocket Boys” and headed off to bed.