Where's Waldo 100k Aid Station Report

We helped Todd's running bud Scott man the aid station at Charlton Lake for this year's Waldo run, which took place Saturday. Well, I should say that Todd helped by filling runners' water bottles, Trevor helped by spritzing runners and ringing a metal bell with the Sunsweet logo on it (which he clocked himself upside the head with at one overzealous moment, leaving a black bruise), and I helped by sitting in a camping chair and occasionally pretending to keep Trevor from becoming yet another trip hazard for the beleaguered runners. We also organized the signage, which hinted as to the theme of the aid station (wow, I never knew aid stations had themes! I thought the theme was get some water and maybe some m&m's or an IV here), which was "California Surfin'." Note that I say "organize," since it will be clear from the varying creative styles that it was a collaborative effort. The aid station actually did offer cold beer, but it seemed like most people kept their clothes on.

All in all, it was a fun weekend, despite the mosquitoes and those pesky runners who insisted on disrupting our peaceful lakeside retreat with their demands for gu2o (whatever that is) and ibuprofen and stuff. My favorite part of the whole trip actually occurred the evening before the run when a thruhiker on the PCT by the name of Dogwood sat and chatted with us for an hour or two, ate a piece of the blueberry-blackberry pie we brought (now that's an appreciative audience for fresh homemade food!), and asked if the ultrarunners were part of some kind of jogging club! HA! That strikes my funnybone. From now on, when people ask about my hubby's hobby, I'm calling it jogging.