“Sorry, Bundy, but I just did a triathlon!”
August 8, 2023
What a dreary day, all day long. Our first cold rain of the summer added to the discomfort. Mine, anyway as I learned that the triathlon competition was a Bow & Arrow event. When Mike Wiff allowed that I was missing out on some good photo ops, I grabbed my phone and headed for our most photogenic cross-country trail deep in the soggy woods.
I got soaked, of course, but I got some touch football tourney photos (not B&A) en route as well as getting my story line of the day when Elliot arrived at his football game a tad late and acknowledged the headline of today’s blog while he changed footwear.
Mike was there, too, and made it clear to the coaches that the football encounters could be suspended by mutual agreement, which did happen, eventually. “They got to play in the torrential downpour, something they would not be allowed to do at home,” my son allowed.
My other son, Rob, built a fire in the Great Room of the Main Lodge, and I guessed that perhaps this was the first time all summer long that the radiant heat was welcomed. Hot showers were also on the docket for many boys, including this one.
Daughter Sara, to mention all three of my adult children, stayed near the waterfront to capture the swim and kayak portions of the triathlon as well as some of the senior division touch football games, also in the rain, evidently.
At dinner, I devoured Chuck’s delicious hot turkey soup and the other hungry troops were delighted to see a wide variety of culinary selections: At Kingswood, all dishes are delivered to tables while covered in cellophane but my administration table found so much tastiness on the salad bar (chicken and eggplant parmesan, for example) that the cellophane was not removed for the chicken fettuccini until late in the meal.
Chuck hails from nearby Warren and we met him years ago when he ran a restaurant there; he has not lost his touch. Not to disrespect the contracted kitchen workers from Fresh Picks, all of whom are terrific, it is fulfilling to have folks like Chuck and even some of the staff, such as Jolene from England, hanging out in the kitchen now and again. Spices things up, pun intended.
Also at dinner I found everyone in fine spirits, even in the gloom for those dining on the porch of the dining room. They were celebrating a completely full day of camp, despite not the best of weather conditions. Several boys had gone to Bradford to play golf on the local course there, and eight or nine fearless souls had trekked to nearby Mt. Cube for a messy ascent with marginal views as rewards for a long hike. Des and Gus are to be commended for such fabulous enthusiasm, which is contagious you see.
Everybody stayed indoors last evening as both color war teams met at “headquarters” (Main Lodge or Nature Building) to practice for the Songfest coming later in the week and worth bezillions of points. During a break, the inspection ice cream party was held in the dining room. This ice cream-loving creature has not attended a single one of these fetes all summer long: Past my bedtime.