I was able to see and talk to many old friends. Tim Stroh had the run of his life, by his own admission and I was glad to be there to witness and be a part of it. The blue berries I supplied at Kachess Lake were obviously not what James Varner really needed, but he seemed to enjoy them when he came through. Better luck next year James.
I was made keenly aware of how I miss seeing such a great group of people on a more regular basis. Time to get back to running and to figure out why my right quad refuses to work properly so much of the time.