Maine Forest ClubRally
Saturday we got up early. I was cranky because my throat was killing me, and I was massively tired still. We headed out towards the stages, stopping to pick up some munchies in town, and to get my called-in prescription. At first, things did not quite work out - I tried calling my doctor’s office, but it wasn’t open yet. The Rite-Aid opened early, but the pharmacy didn’t open until 9. The woman took her sweet time getting it open, and I found out that the prescription had not been called in at all. Again, I didn’t know what to do.
I retried calling the doctor’s office once we got on the road. I was informed that I would have to stop in a clinic and be seen before I could be prescribed anything. I was hysterical because I knew first of all that we didn’t have time to stop and find a place, if we even could find a place that was open besides the emergency room (where it would take a billion years to be seen and cost about the same amount of money), and who the heck knew where the nearest hospital even was. I decided to suck it up and just be seen by the urgent care clinic in MA tomorrow.
In the meantime we booked it to the stage road. Kris knew the roads, and James provided the navigation necessary for us to get there quickly. We arrived just after the bus had left, but it didn’t matter since we were asked to be rally marshals for the spectators. I was thrilled that our group was well-known and trusted enough to be given such a huge responsibility.
After the stage was run both forwards and reverse (and dealing with some annoying “we’re better than you” spectators), we packed it in, and the group headed out in our own respective directions. Kris and I headed south to visit his family one last time. After relating my story of illness, they suggested I try again. I got the nicest doctor on the phone (finally), and she was willing to call in a prescription - but all the darn pharmacies were closed! We eventually worked it out so she left it to be filled the next morning.
Extras!
I hate peeing in the woods. Well, actually, I don’t really mind the peeing itself, it’s finding a place to do so that’s a problem. Guys have it made - they find a somewhat remote place, whip it out, and do their business. Girls, or at least me, must find a completely remote area where we cannot be seen or see anything else so that we may fully remove our panteloons, squat down in the shrubbery enough so it doesn’t get everywhere, and then still have it dribble down our leg. Guys give it a shake and are good to go. We’ve got to bring a bit of tissue and a wipe for our hands afterwards…all in all, it is not a fun time. I don’t mind camping and the outdoors mostly otherwise, but I had to note this here.
Also, the rally was a little disappointing. First, it was supposed to be the rally the Neon was finally debuted at. Unfortunately the corporate funding dropped out, and things that were coming together so nicely quickly fell apart. Secondly, it was rather poorly put together compared to WRC Mexico. I mean, it was definitely nicer to have your buddies telling you to keep off the stage road in english rather than have some Mexican militia kids, age 12, yell at you in spanish. But it was just organized better. There were better spectator areas. They didn’t change the stage end so spectators could get on and off the road. *sigh*
