The Summer Finale was our last couple of races. Boy, was the Saturday race a doozy. It had a hideous uphill finish. Being just off vacation made it particularly challenging for James, but he wasn't phased before the race.
We were way (and I mean way) out in the boonies. It has been a long season and I found myself looking for things to photograph besides more cyclists. The laps were long and he was only going to come around once, then finish. I had find something to occupy my time, right? The red on these whatever these were was spectacular. Really had punch.
And then, there's always the subject that follows me around. On this day, he snapped a few of me, too. He loves being behind and in front of the camera.
There were just neat things everywhere. So I stay occupied during his race.
It was a grueling race. He had nothing left after his 3rd place finish. I felt so bad for him that I let him stay the ENTIRE day to see his friends race. Did I mentioned Keith and I had to be there at 7 am to help with set up? Did I mention I thought the entire day would end around 2. That'll teach me to not pay attention to the race flyer....4:20 pm we left for an hour drive home. (Keith and Christopher escaped right after James's race - they were smart.)
I was saved by the country store/local feed and seed. One small cooler with a few drinks. A freezer with a few bars of ice cream. (Boiled peanuts cooking out front - smelled good, but it was just too hot.) I made a couple of trips to it and they were super nice in there, but I knew I wasn't in the city any more when one good old boy with cow &*^% on his boots (and I mean all over his boots, up to his knees) came in looking for something. It was hot and that smell....the Starbucks coffee flavored ice cream bar dipped in chocolate made it all ok.
I think I may actually miss the race season...just don't tell James. How else would I have all these experiences?!
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