Click here for my Warwick Fall '05, Red map.
After last week's race in the laurel, there was a bit of debate
whether Hickory Run laurel, or M.F. rose was the worst
species of green in the Mid-Atlantic area. Little did I
know that next week I would get an almost equal dose of the
latter for comparison purposes.
I was in the minority opinion that M.F. rose is more benign,
and I think I still hold that view; my curse rate was probably
only about 80% of last week. I think the latter is slightly
more finessable. Problem is, I just don't think it
is mapped all that accurately at Warwick, leaving some bingo
situations. I did have a mostly clean run, save a 20 second
boom on number #10, but bingos happen en route, when you just
get stuck in it, or strongly mapped trails just can't be found.
Leaving #5 was a bad situation; wading in the river seemed fastest
to avoid the tentacles, tho I'm sure my competition found an
One thing that really gets my goat about course setting are
legs like #10, which span large swaths of unhashed private
property. I know some people are going to cut thru it.
And for all I know, they may get shot, as there was this
dude sitting on the edge of one of the fields in a truck,
near nothing but the best route choice. While there are
many reasons for some dude in the country to sit in a truck
in the middle of nowhere, I couldn't think of any while I
was happily running well out of the way on known park
property. (And dudes sitting in trucks in this part of the
planet scare me; while Chester County seems relatively
modern, there are instances of burning crosses and other
reported KKK activity in these townships, so who knows
who's out here ...)
Another thing that was odd about today's race was this dude
standing at #10. Not an orienteer, did not have a map and
was in street clothes. How did he find the bag, and why
was he standing right at it? Perhaps a pot farm in the
area, like at Hickory Run? Very bizarre.
Well, not a great race, but cleanish and passable. Bad
bingo and not too fast on the trails. Feels like a 3rd