Last night at our hotel we had a fire drill. At one in the morning. I tried to tell Taz that when the fire alarm goes off at one am on a Saturday night it is not because there is a fire-- #17 on the list of useful things I learned freshman year of college. But Taz got up and went downstairs so I joined her and most of the rest of the hotel because you would really hate to be wrong about that kind of thing and I figured they might be required to evacuate the hotel. It was immediately clear that our fire drill was courtesy of a couple of drunk women and no one was very amused by the prank.

So now some of us (not me) get to celebrate Easter today with a 30/50km at Callaghan. It's raining persistently here in Squamish. Everything not paved is sopping, in fact, even some sections of pavement are starting to sop, so it should be a nice snowstorm up at Callaghan.