We were all set. Two Marist buses (for championship meets, Marist graciously allows us two buses), rolling on down Route 9, crossing the Mid-Hudson Bridge, en route to Jersey. Wait! The old coach thought? Did we pack the two 10x10 tents that Darren so graciously offered us for this trip? Of course not! A quick call to Chuck on the other bus confirmed this. I forgot. So? When we got to our Highland food stop, we dumped off the men and turned around, back to the McCann Center, for the two tents and the humongous tarp. Bad that I forgot, but good that I remembered before we started rolling on down the road. A memory lapse that was not too intense after all. OK!
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