Home at last

Sunday, they delayed the team sprints for about two hours, since they were having some issues with getting the start lists out. We thought about it for maybe fifteen seconds, then said, screw it, lets go home. The team sprints weren't that important to us, and we were facing a 14 hour drive, so we piled in and took off. We made good time through the U.P., maybe a little too good time. At least I wasn't driving...

I also had a pasty (pronounced: pass-tee), which is apparently yooper food of da gods. I was pleasantly surprised, although it could have done with less potatoes. Around Flint MI, we decided it was time for some dinner. Matt had one of those Tom-Tom GPS things, and so we asked him to find us a place to eat. He started listing names, and when he said "Thai House", Jess and I jumped on it. We followed that damn thing's directions, and ended up on a dirt road about two miles off the highway in a trailer park... I guess the Tom-Toms aren't perfect. Luckily, there was a cheap Chinese place around the corner, so we ordered "crab cheese" (crab rangoons) off of the "dinner blate" menu. A high quality establishment, for sure.

Fourteen hours in the car sounds like a lot, but it ended up not being so bad with three drivers and two ipods (mine only made it to Canada before the battery gave out). We got to Rochester by 3:30 am, and I finished the drive to Boston the following day. Overall, a great week! A HUGE thanks goes out to Janice for waxing all our skis and basically giving us the fastest boards out there. Life is so much more relaxing when you aren't doing your own skis or going to coaches' meetings.