We got up early to head to Ft Collins. I don’t remember the freakish valleys of fog. I guess it would be a toss up for which is worse between fog and ice + snow. We weren’t even sure we would get on the road this morning when we went to bed last night because of the snow in Denver.
We didn’t even know how many arrows she really needed (four) nor how many times she would be shooting (two rounds or ends of 30). Once it started, she calmed down a bit and was able to get into her own flow.
Hours later, I was impressed with her stamina. There were two lines and she didn’t seem to bothered by the shooting clock. She shot the same in the first and second session and seemed to have a good time.
I was so proud of her.
What is an end?