Cold. Maybe not Marshfield cold, but cold nonetheless. I've put the thinsulate liners into my boots and have some of those chemical foot and hand warmer in my backpack if I need them. I've got the thermos filled with hot sugary tea and put on my blaze orange stocking cap. The gallery at JL Lester stands atop a hill, and the dogs work in a lower bowl of an area. As a spectator, there is not much to do but stand in the wind and watch dogs work. There is a lot of standing around. I've got a lunch packed because the lunch at the test seems pretty deadly:
Saturday’s lunch will be a chicken breast wrapped in a half slice of bacon and slow-cooked in a dried beef/sour cream/mushroom soup sauce; barley casserole; water/soft drink; and an as-yet-to-be-named dessert.
Kim will run Larsen, especially today, the first day of the HT. So, I'll be back in the pack trying to avoid eye contact with my own dog. I hope I get some decent photos.
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