We'll go to the beautiful cabin we rent in a bit, where Eric M and Burt and Sherpa Scott will be waiting, and we'll eat lasagna and relax. Actually, three of us will relax. Eric and Sherpa will nervously lay out their racing suits and skis and powergels and socks and crotchwarmers, etc. It will be a very early morning tomorrow, when I take Eric to the shuttle and send him off to the race. I then go to downtown Hayward, sit and drink coffee and knit and read, and then head to Main Street for the finish. Watching the most elite skiers in the world finish this race, in front of thousands of cheering, bell-ringing fans, is one of my favorite moments of the year. Eric has skied at least ten Birkies, and this is our seventh one together. There's a rumor that I may join in one of these years, but I don't know how that got started. Much of Eric's family is here this year, too (not staying with us), so it's a Very Vollen Birkie. I have a beer in hand already.
More as the situation develops.