A day at the races
Whew -- I am busy preparing dinner because once I stop moving, I will be useless for the next 48 hours.
Last night, we served about 200 grilled chicken dinners and hosted the beer garden. This morning, the alarm went off at 5:30 and our primary focus was to get our sorry butts up to Artist Point before the highway was closed for the bicyclists. We were expecting about 600 racers but the weather was very cold windy and raining so about half of them bailed.
So we spend the next five hours making PB&J sandwiches, cutting up fruit, opening box after box of various energy bars and goo and thrusting them into riders gaping maws.
So, at about 2PM, we get down the hill -- I drop off the flatbed trailer that I had borrowed and Jen and I rendezvous at the store to inventory the remaining food -- Charlie will pay us for what we dispensed up there but not for anything left over. We are blowing out the pineapple and oranges (these have a long shelf-life) but the bananas and grapes are being handed out for free. Anything remaining tomorrow will be given to a nearby Native American food bank.
I make my way back to Glacier and the festivities there are underway -- prizes and swag is handed out to the participants. The Beer Garden is in full swing and the kitchen is doing both chicken and hot dogs (different prices). We had run out of baked potatoes so that was close to 200 meals today!
Went to gather some stuff and then returned around 3:30 when everything was breaking down. Loaded up the beer garden (three kegs, CO2 bottle, regulator and cooler with two taps) into the trailer and then broke down the kitchen and loaded that -- I had six people from the Chamber of Commerce there to help me so that part went pretty fast.
Came back to the store and unloaded the unsold chicken and hot dogs - these will come back home and live in one of our chest freezers in the garage along with our quarter cow and half hog.
Sitting down to a dinner of microwaved left-over pasta and a couple glasses of wine, waiting for the Ibuprofen to kick in...
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