The racers have really started to spread out now. Some are just now coming off of the trail after completing the 7 rounds and then the trek back up the river followed by the 1 mile trail walk while others have already reached a checkpoint 7 miles up the mountains. Somewhere between the river and the trail back to the farm, the racers chopped firewood, carried a log up a hill, read a verse from Corinthians, came down the hill, recited the verse, and headed out. Recite the verse wrong and you go back up the hill, take a look again, and then hope you etched it into your long-term memory.
Once you reach the farm, you head up a hill, find a log, and then cut it in half with a hand saw. You carry that log down to the barn where you then use a hand drill to etch a number into the top of the log. If the number can be read by officials, you strap it to your pack and start your 7 mile hike to Colton Camp. If they can't, you try again.
Patrick, being the man he is, ran coffee up the hill to two female racers who were having a rough time. I imagine they appreciated the thoughtfulness. I hope they did at least.
The rain has stopped. For now.
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