Posts have been delayed because my time and internet access were limited in Philadelphia. So here comes everything.

We headed up early on Thursday morning. Will and I were the only 21-year-olds riding in the van, so we had to bear the driving duties while everyone else had loads of fun.

In what is becoming a Dad Vail tradition, we stopped at my parents’ house for a lunch break.

We got to the race course and started rigging.

The rowers went out for a practice row on the course.
Novice girls walking the boat.

Varsity men lightning-fast on the dock.

Proud of our new slings:

But sad when people complained about our penmanship.

Parallel parked the van in Philly on our way to the Philly Diner:

And a lesson from Duran on how to pop a drinking straw:

We finished off the night with boat meetings and me and Will predicting the finish order of every heats race.