The day had finally come. I was going to volunteer. This was it. This was the day. I had to be up at 5am to try and hitch a ride with some of the Umpires so I could be at my dock by 7am. It worked and I got in a nice little walk on my way to my post. I snapped a few of my favorite shots of the whole weekend.
The volunteer head was very generous in allowing me to take an hour off before my shift started so I could have one final cup of coffee with my sister. I already miss her and It’s only been a week.
Then I got back to the job of dock-mastering. And I looked great doing it.
It was actually cold there. All weekend. I miss that so much as I stand here reminiscing about Boston in the 80+ heat of Austin. It’s almost NOVEMBER for Pete’s sake!! Enough TEXAS!!
Sorry, I just had to get that out. Anyway, I finished my shift and Amy and I walked to our friends outpost at the other end of the river so we got the chance to watch a few races go by before we arrived at the other boathouse.
Somehow Leanne always winds up with the cops. At least they’re always cute. And this one had a boat!
After everyone was done we trucked it back to the hotel and decided to go to an Italian dinner. Not the best option for us Paleo peep but we made do with mounds of meat and salads. I was really sick of salads by the end of this weekend though. I lost a few pounds of food while I was there. Not fat, not weight, just food.
But we had a friend of Dan’s come along as well, his name was Dan too. Dan’s Dan was great and the rest of us had a ball.
Amy drove, because she’s a rockstar and also her car is a death-trap.
ANNNNNNYWAY, back on Track. We had to say Good-Bye to Dan in the early AM but that gave the rest of us a chance to go to a real breakfast! Yayy for food and not just hard-cooked-eggs every day!
1 Sing the National Anthem next year for the HOCR
2. Row in the HOCR
3. Stay in a different hotel
You were great Boston, but the people I met were greater.