MOMAR Cumberland, BC
Cause your friends don\'t dance and if they don\'t dance...
Chris Koch / 02.10.2006
As editor, I don\'t usually write a race report in the first person, but let me indulge myself.
Getting to the start line is the hardest part they say. In my case, it pretty much was.
I somewhat take for granted that I can prepare for a race on a moments notice. The race was local – sorta. It was in Cumberland on Vancouver Island, about a 4 hour drive to the ferry, a 1.5 hr ferry ride, and another 1 hour drive. Local enough in North American standards.
Surviving losing my cowboy hat (yes, I’m an Interior BC boy) off the roof of my vehicle, dealing with family members’ financial dramas, getting stuck in traffic for an hour in the Fraser Valley, missing two ferries, low fuel light, and getting to check-in the morning after it closed, I was finally good to go.
The MOMAR was sold out. They sell out because above anything else they’re fun.
SleepMonsters
