Finding an internet connection in Yurp is harder than I thought it would be. I drove around a bit looking for anything likely. Drinking coffee apparently hasn't caught on there, so Starbucks hasn't invaded.
Nothing from the road, so I went back into the town center. They have a set of underground parking garages. This is something that seems to happen often in Belgium. More of the US could use these things.
Having ditched the car, I strolled through town some more looking for the precious internet. The day was starting to get dark. I was getting tired. My day was ending. No internet.
I strolled to the Holiday Inn Hasselt. I figured that the benefit of having someone that was certain to speak english behind the front desk would be worth the shame of having to reach for something so American. I paid for my ridiculously overpriced room (110 Euros?) , went upstairs to check out the room, (adequate), and headed to retrieve my car from the pay lot underground.
Once the car was taken care of in the Marina parking across from the hotel. (Free!) I went to bed and slept.
Day 1 has officially ended.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
GVA Trofee Hasselt - race
I picked a spot on a rising sandy corner. It looked tight and nasty enough. It's not like I'm a Nascar fan and are there for the crashes, but if there was going to be a first lap pileup, that's where it was going to be. I didn't have to wait too long and they came screaming through. I'm pretty sure Bart Wellens was the first rider, and most were able to ride this nasty little turn, but towards the end of the pack, bunching killed any momentum you'd need for obviously smarter to run. So they went through and I had 7 minutes to kill while they went around the lap.
What could be better than a beer? There was a Primus wagon right there, and they had pils on tap. Pils is just like Bud or Miller light - well, it's probably better, but it's not different enough to write home about. Still, it was cold, and it's beer in Belgium at a cross race, what could be better?
So I saw the second lap from the same spot, and then set off to see what the rest of the course was like.
An interesting feature they had was a mickey-mouse ear shaped section on a banked area. I got it on film, and it makes for good spectating and tv shots when they keep the interior free.
On the way to another spot, I had to get some frites, so I sidled up to the wagon, was handed a cone of fries. Now what kind of saus to get? Well, I went with what the guy had in front of me - andaluze saus. It was mayonaisey and orange, and had a curry flavor. It was pretty good. Oh yeah, and another pils.
The rest of the race was kind of fun. Niels Albert got away, but then the charge came. Nys and Wellens bridged up and then left him. Apparently Bart made a mistake somewhere on the last lap, and it was enough for Sven to get away. I watched them come through the pit area one last time, and then had to wait for all the other riders to pass through the course crossing. There was a mad dash as everyone with me sprinted for the smoky tent to see the finish on TV. There was a huge cheer as Nys crossed the line, with his familiar fists raised in the air. That place was packed! I had to glimpse the screen at a really oblique angle. It's a good thing I'm tall.
Jon was one of the last riders to come through before the leaders, so I went back to the pits where his dad was waiting for one last 1/3 lap bike change if Jon wanted it. (He didn't) It must be tough to keep racing while everyone is packing up, going home, and generally ignoring you. I wouldn't be shocked if he got held up at the crossings, but the good news is that he held off the national champ that he was fighting off for the entire race. (His jersey was red, white, and light blue, so I'm guessing it's either Estonia or Luxembourg.)
Well, not much else to do. I never heard from David, so I went back to the car and drove around a bit looking for an internet connection.
What could be better than a beer? There was a Primus wagon right there, and they had pils on tap. Pils is just like Bud or Miller light - well, it's probably better, but it's not different enough to write home about. Still, it was cold, and it's beer in Belgium at a cross race, what could be better?
So I saw the second lap from the same spot, and then set off to see what the rest of the course was like.
An interesting feature they had was a mickey-mouse ear shaped section on a banked area. I got it on film, and it makes for good spectating and tv shots when they keep the interior free.
On the way to another spot, I had to get some frites, so I sidled up to the wagon, was handed a cone of fries. Now what kind of saus to get? Well, I went with what the guy had in front of me - andaluze saus. It was mayonaisey and orange, and had a curry flavor. It was pretty good. Oh yeah, and another pils.
The rest of the race was kind of fun. Niels Albert got away, but then the charge came. Nys and Wellens bridged up and then left him. Apparently Bart made a mistake somewhere on the last lap, and it was enough for Sven to get away. I watched them come through the pit area one last time, and then had to wait for all the other riders to pass through the course crossing. There was a mad dash as everyone with me sprinted for the smoky tent to see the finish on TV. There was a huge cheer as Nys crossed the line, with his familiar fists raised in the air. That place was packed! I had to glimpse the screen at a really oblique angle. It's a good thing I'm tall.
Jon was one of the last riders to come through before the leaders, so I went back to the pits where his dad was waiting for one last 1/3 lap bike change if Jon wanted it. (He didn't) It must be tough to keep racing while everyone is packing up, going home, and generally ignoring you. I wouldn't be shocked if he got held up at the crossings, but the good news is that he held off the national champ that he was fighting off for the entire race. (His jersey was red, white, and light blue, so I'm guessing it's either Estonia or Luxembourg.)
Well, not much else to do. I never heard from David, so I went back to the car and drove around a bit looking for an internet connection.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
GVA Trofee Hasselt - prerace
I got to a gate, paid my 10 euros and I was in crossland. The U-23 race was going on. There were a handful of Fidea punks in the lead, all on new X-knights. A few people yelled "Go Jempy!" so I presumed that one of them was Jempy Drucker.
GVA is the Gazet Van Antwerpen. The venue was a fairly general city park that was adjacent to a sports complex(?) There was sand, there was mud, but the course was flat except for one kind of kick-up about 3 meters high. The riders had a straight run at it, so no problem. The rest of the course was flat, but for a few bumps. I wasn't that interested in the current race. People were watching, and lined the course, but no one really cheered, so I set off for more sights.
On the drive in, I saw where the racers' parking was, so I headed there to see what would be going on. It's a cool scene, and I recommend it for any euro cross pilgrims. The teams tend to cluster together, but it's all about who shows when, so there are no guarantees.
Sven Nys had the biggest pimpin'est rig there - all intimidating in black and grey with a big signature and a logo. No Rabobank or anything else on it. Just Sven. (Maybe there was stuff on the back I didn't see.) Sven also has an exclusive line of clothing with a cool logo, most of it in khaki and black. The tent dispensing it was quite busy. Fidea also has a table selling lots of soft goods for the whole team, so each rider didn't have to be distracted by a separate vendor/manager in the entourage. All the Fidea riders had a camper there except one - Petr Dlask. He was in a minivan sort of VW. Maybe his contract didn't cover the camper. Maybe he just pocketed the money and wanted to travel lightweight. I probably should have said hello.
On the lap of the parking lot, I came across Jon Baker. I noticed the van with the Primus Mootry Stickers on it, and this chick there was speaking english to two locals. So I said hi, and it's Cyndi Baker, wife of Jon. She was super nice and we got to chatting while Jon warmed up.
Their story is pretty cool, but it's not mine to tell, so I'll just give you the breifing. Jon was a super strong amatuer that was invited to the Nationals team and then decided to leave work for 6 months or so and "do" Europe. Cyndi somehow didn't talk them out of it, so they packed up the kids and set off on a euro adventure. Cyndi works remotely, so they won't have to sell plasma, and Jon is taking a beating in the races in the small picture, but in the big picture, he's scoring awesome points right and left. He's right on the cusp of being on the lead lap, so if he has a good race, he'll get to do those last few minutes the winners never see. If he's slow, he gets lapped and gets to quit right after the winner. Maybe he'll even see the finish. I think his goal is a top 15 or so, which is a huge task. The top guys are all so fast. Maybe things will line up for him and it will happen. Another nice part is that his dad is over here running the pits for him. It must be fantastic to have that kind of family support.
So Jon finished warming up, and I headed off for the course. I caught the sign-in, and was surprised to hear the announcer speaking to someone in english. It was Zdnek Stybar, I guess he doesn't speak Vlaamse, so English is the lowest common denominator. I had to scout more of the course to make sure I was in the best spot for the first lap.
GVA is the Gazet Van Antwerpen. The venue was a fairly general city park that was adjacent to a sports complex(?) There was sand, there was mud, but the course was flat except for one kind of kick-up about 3 meters high. The riders had a straight run at it, so no problem. The rest of the course was flat, but for a few bumps. I wasn't that interested in the current race. People were watching, and lined the course, but no one really cheered, so I set off for more sights.
On the drive in, I saw where the racers' parking was, so I headed there to see what would be going on. It's a cool scene, and I recommend it for any euro cross pilgrims. The teams tend to cluster together, but it's all about who shows when, so there are no guarantees.
Sven Nys had the biggest pimpin'est rig there - all intimidating in black and grey with a big signature and a logo. No Rabobank or anything else on it. Just Sven. (Maybe there was stuff on the back I didn't see.) Sven also has an exclusive line of clothing with a cool logo, most of it in khaki and black. The tent dispensing it was quite busy. Fidea also has a table selling lots of soft goods for the whole team, so each rider didn't have to be distracted by a separate vendor/manager in the entourage. All the Fidea riders had a camper there except one - Petr Dlask. He was in a minivan sort of VW. Maybe his contract didn't cover the camper. Maybe he just pocketed the money and wanted to travel lightweight. I probably should have said hello.
On the lap of the parking lot, I came across Jon Baker. I noticed the van with the Primus Mootry Stickers on it, and this chick there was speaking english to two locals. So I said hi, and it's Cyndi Baker, wife of Jon. She was super nice and we got to chatting while Jon warmed up.
Their story is pretty cool, but it's not mine to tell, so I'll just give you the breifing. Jon was a super strong amatuer that was invited to the Nationals team and then decided to leave work for 6 months or so and "do" Europe. Cyndi somehow didn't talk them out of it, so they packed up the kids and set off on a euro adventure. Cyndi works remotely, so they won't have to sell plasma, and Jon is taking a beating in the races in the small picture, but in the big picture, he's scoring awesome points right and left. He's right on the cusp of being on the lead lap, so if he has a good race, he'll get to do those last few minutes the winners never see. If he's slow, he gets lapped and gets to quit right after the winner. Maybe he'll even see the finish. I think his goal is a top 15 or so, which is a huge task. The top guys are all so fast. Maybe things will line up for him and it will happen. Another nice part is that his dad is over here running the pits for him. It must be fantastic to have that kind of family support.
So Jon finished warming up, and I headed off for the course. I caught the sign-in, and was surprised to hear the announcer speaking to someone in english. It was Zdnek Stybar, I guess he doesn't speak Vlaamse, so English is the lowest common denominator. I had to scout more of the course to make sure I was in the best spot for the first lap.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
In Hasselt
Once in Hasselt, I was feeling awfully disconnected. No phone, no map, no money, no internet, no where to stay that night. I drove into town, to scout things out. Hasselt has this awesome old district with a tangle of streets that are way too tight to drive. I mean you could, but only at 4 am because there were tons of people out shopping for stuff. I guess xmas season is on. There was a one way ring around the old part that I just got swept up in, but that wasn't a problem. As I headed back to where I got on, it became apparent that having a car was the problem. What would I do with it as I got my act together?
The first plan of attack was getting money. None of the banks appeared to be open. Cash machines don't just jump out either. Hmm. The backup plan was getting a phone so I could get in touch with David. He lives nearby in a town called Limburg, but I didn't have the map resources to figure out where it was. If we got in touch, it would be simple to hook up at the race, and then I'd have a place to stay, people to see, etc.
So - a phone. On my initial lap of the stad zentrum, I noted a cellphone store with parking. I went in, asked for help and they checked my phone and found it was sim-locked. Dang. I then had to buy a phone and a prepaid plan for it. That knocked me back 55 euros. Double Dang. I was hoping that I could take care of my cash needs at the same time, but no such luck. They directed me to a cash machine in the stad zentrum. It was much farther than I thought it would be, but banks and cash machines weren't jumping out at me. I found one next to a big Parisian-style sidewalk cafe. The ATM card didn't work, but my visa card did. Phone, money - I'm in business.
I headed back to the venue, parked my car, and headed off for the race.
It was a GVA Trofee race, which is kind of big, and there was an image of Sven Nys on the promo stuff, but I wasn't sure if there was going to be any of the top stars there. Gavere was the next day, so I was wondering if they would rather be taking it easy.
The first plan of attack was getting money. None of the banks appeared to be open. Cash machines don't just jump out either. Hmm. The backup plan was getting a phone so I could get in touch with David. He lives nearby in a town called Limburg, but I didn't have the map resources to figure out where it was. If we got in touch, it would be simple to hook up at the race, and then I'd have a place to stay, people to see, etc.
So - a phone. On my initial lap of the stad zentrum, I noted a cellphone store with parking. I went in, asked for help and they checked my phone and found it was sim-locked. Dang. I then had to buy a phone and a prepaid plan for it. That knocked me back 55 euros. Double Dang. I was hoping that I could take care of my cash needs at the same time, but no such luck. They directed me to a cash machine in the stad zentrum. It was much farther than I thought it would be, but banks and cash machines weren't jumping out at me. I found one next to a big Parisian-style sidewalk cafe. The ATM card didn't work, but my visa card did. Phone, money - I'm in business.
I headed back to the venue, parked my car, and headed off for the race.
It was a GVA Trofee race, which is kind of big, and there was an image of Sven Nys on the promo stuff, but I wasn't sure if there was going to be any of the top stars there. Gavere was the next day, so I was wondering if they would rather be taking it easy.
On the road
So I'm loose in Europe and know that I need to head east through a town called Leuven to Hasselt, where the days cyclocross race was. Heading out of the garage, it lead pretty quickly to a highway, but a little too quickly I found out I was in the wrong lane for Leuven. Grrrr. So I get off a street and try and head back, but not really. I wanted to drive around and figure out where I was on the map. Bad idea. The street signs for the road that I was trying to locate turned out to be some sort of warning or speed limit sign. Oops. So after a bit, I started following signs to the Ring. Once there I knew I could find my way to the road to Leuven.
Fortunately, after being on the highway a bit, a SunWeb-ProJob mobile home merged on. It helps a lot because it gets me from the highway to the venue. Cool.
Fortunately, after being on the highway a bit, a SunWeb-ProJob mobile home merged on. It helps a lot because it gets me from the highway to the venue. Cool.
The flights
The flight to NYC was uneventful. The time difference and staying up made things kind of weird. I had about 4 hours to kill, so I wandered around looking for juice for my laptop. There weren't many places to go, but I finally managed to sit at a table for 5 in a Sam Adams shop with a reach to an outlet. I had 3 big beers and a bread bowl of chowder. I was wishing that the bread was better and sourer. I was bored and I couldn't get the internet to work, so I played Diablo for much of that time. I took the best guy that either I or anyone else had saved and went into the dungeon. It was cool going toe to toe with the Butcher. I was just a bit faster, but he hit me a few times. I made it down to level 5 or so and picked up some nifty items.
The NYC-BRU flight wasn't fun. I got on with the three Sam Adams in the system, hoping it would help. I was able to get my own set of seats, but it was incredibly uncomfortable, even with two pillows and a blanket. I actually did fall asleep for a little bit, but when I woke up, we were still on the tarmac! We waited for an extra hour. Bleh. Comfort was really really hard to find, and then there was a 4 year old behind me kicking the chair. I read Harry Potter and it took me a looong time to fall asleep, but they were kind enough to wake me for breakfast. The sun was up and Belgium was sunny and cold looking, but not like there was frost.
Once on the ground, the gate was at the far end of the terminal. Seriously long. I think it was about 1/2 mile to get to the customs desk. The girl behind the counter asked where I was from, and when I said Seattle, that wasn't good enough. She wanted to hear where I was connecting from. Feh. Then I grab my bags and head through the customs checkpoint. It was super weird. They make you walk through this snake sort of thing, and around one corner was a gang of customs agents chatting about last night's drinking or something. The thing to do, because I just did it, was to walk straight through. They looked at me, but didn't break their conversation.
Next comes the rental counter and getting a car. I was lucky enough to score a Jetta, which seems pretty big compared to lots of others in the garage.
So I hit the roads in Europe! This was before having a car, any euro money, and no real way of communicating with someone via phone or internet. I was bummed to find that my phone didn't work, by the way.
The NYC-BRU flight wasn't fun. I got on with the three Sam Adams in the system, hoping it would help. I was able to get my own set of seats, but it was incredibly uncomfortable, even with two pillows and a blanket. I actually did fall asleep for a little bit, but when I woke up, we were still on the tarmac! We waited for an extra hour. Bleh. Comfort was really really hard to find, and then there was a 4 year old behind me kicking the chair. I read Harry Potter and it took me a looong time to fall asleep, but they were kind enough to wake me for breakfast. The sun was up and Belgium was sunny and cold looking, but not like there was frost.
Once on the ground, the gate was at the far end of the terminal. Seriously long. I think it was about 1/2 mile to get to the customs desk. The girl behind the counter asked where I was from, and when I said Seattle, that wasn't good enough. She wanted to hear where I was connecting from. Feh. Then I grab my bags and head through the customs checkpoint. It was super weird. They make you walk through this snake sort of thing, and around one corner was a gang of customs agents chatting about last night's drinking or something. The thing to do, because I just did it, was to walk straight through. They looked at me, but didn't break their conversation.
Next comes the rental counter and getting a car. I was lucky enough to score a Jetta, which seems pretty big compared to lots of others in the garage.
So I hit the roads in Europe! This was before having a car, any euro money, and no real way of communicating with someone via phone or internet. I was bummed to find that my phone didn't work, by the way.
The lead up
I'd better start this part and hope that I can catch up. If I don't start it now, things will get fuzzier and fuzzier, and I'm here to regurgitate the entire trip detail by detail.
The night before leaving (11/15), I had Evan and Henry over. You know, to let them know that I loved them and all that mushy stuff. They had to leave kind of early because it was a school night. After they left I had to get laundry going. It wasn't oppressive, but the weekend before was the Ft. Flagler trip weekend, so I didn't have time to do it then. The plan is to stay up all night anyway, hoping that it will help with the jetlag.
Part of the plan was to get a ride in while in Belgium. Rent bikes and then ride the 25 miles from Gent to Oudenaarde on a path and then back. The big question is how do you pack for that? I have enough stuff for a ride in Seattle and the weather isn't different at all, but lugging it all across the Atlantic for one ride? Well, I managed to get my regular clothes in a big bag, so I had a bag that I could fill with bike clothing. The shoes were the key item, since they are hard to fake. I decided that I could skip a helmet. I've managed thousands of rides with only one brain injury, so I don't feel like I'm risking death riding on a riverside trail without a helmet. Besides, it's europe, right? Does anyone wear helmets here? I'll find out.
During laundry, I threw songs together. Wes said that David A. is culturally starved in Belgium, so I wanted to bring him lots of stuff. A few weeks ago, I replaced a stolen iPod with a new 80GB one. I could fit my entire collection on it. Cool, yes? Well, it would be. But Apple is the Nazi party of the electronics world. iPods are wonderful. iTunes was designed in the dungeons of hell. I shouldn't go into a rant here, but my question is - why can't you just use an iPod like a nifty portable hard drive that also happens to play music? You could move files on, off, all over. But you can't. Yeah, there are ways to do it. I have foo_pod, but it should be fully featured and developed by now. It turns out that it was just a project that once it was finished, the creator dropped the ball, and no one else bothered to pick it up. Apple seems to have busted that little game up anyway. Their constant iTunes updates probably have turned it into an arms race that some college coder just won't win. I got my brick from work and moved everything I thought he might ever like onto it. It still took some time and I don't know how much is on there. I had to bring the power cord and all that other stuff with me too.
So I finish packing at around 4:30 am, shower up and head to the airport for my 6:45 flight to New York. The rest of Seattle and the flight was uneventful.
The night before leaving (11/15), I had Evan and Henry over. You know, to let them know that I loved them and all that mushy stuff. They had to leave kind of early because it was a school night. After they left I had to get laundry going. It wasn't oppressive, but the weekend before was the Ft. Flagler trip weekend, so I didn't have time to do it then. The plan is to stay up all night anyway, hoping that it will help with the jetlag.
Part of the plan was to get a ride in while in Belgium. Rent bikes and then ride the 25 miles from Gent to Oudenaarde on a path and then back. The big question is how do you pack for that? I have enough stuff for a ride in Seattle and the weather isn't different at all, but lugging it all across the Atlantic for one ride? Well, I managed to get my regular clothes in a big bag, so I had a bag that I could fill with bike clothing. The shoes were the key item, since they are hard to fake. I decided that I could skip a helmet. I've managed thousands of rides with only one brain injury, so I don't feel like I'm risking death riding on a riverside trail without a helmet. Besides, it's europe, right? Does anyone wear helmets here? I'll find out.
During laundry, I threw songs together. Wes said that David A. is culturally starved in Belgium, so I wanted to bring him lots of stuff. A few weeks ago, I replaced a stolen iPod with a new 80GB one. I could fit my entire collection on it. Cool, yes? Well, it would be. But Apple is the Nazi party of the electronics world. iPods are wonderful. iTunes was designed in the dungeons of hell. I shouldn't go into a rant here, but my question is - why can't you just use an iPod like a nifty portable hard drive that also happens to play music? You could move files on, off, all over. But you can't. Yeah, there are ways to do it. I have foo_pod, but it should be fully featured and developed by now. It turns out that it was just a project that once it was finished, the creator dropped the ball, and no one else bothered to pick it up. Apple seems to have busted that little game up anyway. Their constant iTunes updates probably have turned it into an arms race that some college coder just won't win. I got my brick from work and moved everything I thought he might ever like onto it. It still took some time and I don't know how much is on there. I had to bring the power cord and all that other stuff with me too.
So I finish packing at around 4:30 am, shower up and head to the airport for my 6:45 flight to New York. The rest of Seattle and the flight was uneventful.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Commencement
So I really should have started this earlier. How much earlier?
Well, I guess I'm towards the end. I'll have to back up.
I guess I should have started when the bikes showed up. These aren't just any bikes. I have the two coolest cyclocross bikes in North America that aren't being ridden by Jonathan Page at the moment. Yes. Both of them. If anyone thinks they have a cooler bike than either of mine, I'd like to hear about it. I'll have to fill the rest of that story in later.
The next best time could have been when I started Cross Boot Camp at Cycle U. That was good but not that exciting. Who wants to hear about sprints and intervals? This isn't going to be that good anyway. Why would I want to make it worse?
Maybe the first cross race of the season? Oh Boy Oberto/Redline's Labor Day Cross Race at South Seatac was lots of fun. I did just well enough to delude myself into thinking I'd be better this year at cross. The truth came out later.
The next starting point might have been the first SCC series race. It was tons of fun, extra muddy, and I felt good racing and might have done pretty well.
So if all of those were good places to start, I missed 'em.
So why now? Uhh, I'm in Belgium. In the cyclingnews apartment. I went to two big-league cross races this weekend. I won't be here forever, but the blog will go on because I have travels planned to Portland for the GP, and then KC for Cross Nats.
I guess the key to all of this was getting a camera. I did that last week. I wish I had set this up before leaving, but I was busy with laundry, hanging with Evan and Henry, and work as well. I have a good cameraphone (2.3 megapixels), but it isn't fast enough and just doesn't have the horsepower for good action shots that cross requires. Nothing quite like having the right tool for the job.
In the next couple of days, I'll get the trip going, put pictures up, and blah, blah, blah my way through the minutiae of each day. I don't care if you get bored. I'm doing this for me as much as anyone else. After that, I'll try and go back over the high points of the season so far.
Anyway, thanks for joining me. Either from the start, or maybe you're reading this at some point in the future. The super distant future. Like next month.
Well, I guess I'm towards the end. I'll have to back up.
I guess I should have started when the bikes showed up. These aren't just any bikes. I have the two coolest cyclocross bikes in North America that aren't being ridden by Jonathan Page at the moment. Yes. Both of them. If anyone thinks they have a cooler bike than either of mine, I'd like to hear about it. I'll have to fill the rest of that story in later.
The next best time could have been when I started Cross Boot Camp at Cycle U. That was good but not that exciting. Who wants to hear about sprints and intervals? This isn't going to be that good anyway. Why would I want to make it worse?
Maybe the first cross race of the season? Oh Boy Oberto/Redline's Labor Day Cross Race at South Seatac was lots of fun. I did just well enough to delude myself into thinking I'd be better this year at cross. The truth came out later.
The next starting point might have been the first SCC series race. It was tons of fun, extra muddy, and I felt good racing and might have done pretty well.
So if all of those were good places to start, I missed 'em.
So why now? Uhh, I'm in Belgium. In the cyclingnews apartment. I went to two big-league cross races this weekend. I won't be here forever, but the blog will go on because I have travels planned to Portland for the GP, and then KC for Cross Nats.
I guess the key to all of this was getting a camera. I did that last week. I wish I had set this up before leaving, but I was busy with laundry, hanging with Evan and Henry, and work as well. I have a good cameraphone (2.3 megapixels), but it isn't fast enough and just doesn't have the horsepower for good action shots that cross requires. Nothing quite like having the right tool for the job.
In the next couple of days, I'll get the trip going, put pictures up, and blah, blah, blah my way through the minutiae of each day. I don't care if you get bored. I'm doing this for me as much as anyone else. After that, I'll try and go back over the high points of the season so far.
Anyway, thanks for joining me. Either from the start, or maybe you're reading this at some point in the future. The super distant future. Like next month.
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