We crammed tons into this tiny weekend. I trained it to another town for some serious shopping, Andrew attempted his mountain bike race, we were enthralled in the Wimbledon final, and can’t forget the British F1 Grand Prix. Wooh. Disney World Tired.
For the bike race, Dorothy called me a 3 AM Friday night from her tent afraid she was going to get blown away. Andrew and the dudes were camping overnight but were rained out when wind and 3.5 inches of rain came through. A soggy boy came home early on Saturday. The trail had been destroyed in multiple places. Smart move not to ride.