It's calmed down a lot around here since yesterday, the last people pulled out of here about 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon and I guess by now they've all run to Mesa.
In a way I kinda miss the whole event, not the part about waking up at four in the morning, but all the excitement and joy that it brought to this little patch of Boondocking area. Those kids were having such a good time laughing, and yelling, and cheering on their teammates that you couldn't help but be caught up in the event. Some of them were wearing silly costumes, I saw bunny rabbits and penguins, and most of them had decorated the vans that their team was traveling in with their team names, things like the Foxy Ladies and the Killer Twinkies, whose motto was[ Run, Eat, Die, Repeat. ]
I'm not sure why us old geezers don't get happy like that anymore. Maybe it's because of our aches and pains, or maybe it's because were jaded and feel like we've been everywhere and done it all so there's nothing really new to get excited about, or maybe were afraid we would look silly like those kids did. But Sometimes maybe it doesn't hurt to be silly even if you're an old geezer like me.