The weekend started Friday afternoon when cousin Milissa and her hubby Christian, came to town. We had a great pasta dinner at the house that included a salad made with lots of produce from the garden.
At bedtime, we started to hear thunder, then flashes of lightning, and then rain. Mind you, we have had two significant thunderstorm since May. It has been very dry and trails were moon dust, so we definitely needed rain, but did it have to be today?
We woke on Saturday at 5 to a wonderful steady rain. I wished Drew and Christian were not racing, because we needed it so badly and it would have been perfect to hunker down and enjoy the rain all day. But we loaded up and drive to Park City through some serious storms. We figured there would be no chance of starting.
The start was delayed an hour to let the weather figure out what it would do for the day. It didn't look good.
Drew seemed pretty content not to race and just blind everyone with his jacket.
But the consensus at the racer meeting was to go ahead and race that day except cut our the first 10 or so miles in Round Valley, which would have been a mud bog. So the boys suited up.
The first place we saw them was at Solomere Drive. Christian came through first.
With Drew not far behind. This was the first of many haf-man shots.
Christian came though the aid station 1 and Milissa helped get him fed and the mud out of his derailleur.
The next Christian and Drew siting would be on Guardsman Way. They were both doing OK except Drew's hand was cut open from a collision with a mean downhiller.
From there it was on to PCMR. What a party! Some pit crew had music going and Olympia beer. We hung out across from them! Christian came though first and headed out on the last leg.
After a quick bite and sweaty kiss, he headed out for probably the worst leg of the race. Up the climb he went.
At about 5:30, Christian finished the race!!!
And a half hour later, Drew too. 9 hours 55 minutes of hard riding!
A wet and muddy Park City Point 2 Point in the books!