Amanda: Meeker (Semi-Finals)

The wait for Dorey’s run was long. The time had been extended from the usual fifteen minutes (two marked sheds) to seventeen. So every run was twenty minutes or so. The heat became oppressive in the afternoon, as it had been daily all week. A thunderstorm rolled through, just to our north, so no rain but lots of noise and flashing skies. Dorey doesn’t like thunder. Not at all, is understating it. She quaked on the couch here, while I hoped it would pass by before her run. I took her out midway through Dennis Gelling’s run, who ran just before her. She dug deep and put in a great run, to get herself qualified for tomorrow.

She is up second. Monty is less well endowed by the draw, running eleventh. I hope it is not too hot.