Pasco

Got back from Pasco around 5:30 this morning, so if my attempts at typing aren't very good, deal with it.

Met at Skyview at 7 to see the worst looking charter busses yet. I'm not sure where they found these things, but ours couldn't have been less than 30 years old. The ride wasn't bad until the bus broke down just past Hood River; after a while stopped on the side of the freeway, they decided to turn on the heater to keep the engine from overheating. 3 hours on a bus with nothing but hot stale air. Yuck. The people on my part of the bus (the back) were fine, but when its 90 degrees and someone keeps farting, it sucks.

Practiced at some high school in the middle of nowhere (edge of Kennewick.) The field was lied with thin strips of dead grass every 10 yards, and we were already running late, so we got very little accomplished other than teaching a few people some sets in the middle and end. By the time we got to the stadium a half-hour later we had to unload our bus (they decided to send a new one for the ride home) and get into uniform. Since none of us had anything to drink, we didn't do a great prelims show, but it was enough to put us in first place by 2/10ths of a point.

Sat around for a few hours before the usual warmup, show prep stuff. Finals show was a bit better in places, but not enough to win with again. At least the bus ride home was more comfortable, although sleeping wasn't too easy with a big light in the ceiling. Tried to tape a pair of shorts over it, but they fell, much to the amusement of anyone who happened to be awake. Took a bit of 'creative driving' to get out past the busses and truck blocking me in, helped direct Goose and Mallory around on the sidewalk.

Mt. St. Helens... bring it on!