Or at least that was our intention. After we'd driven most of the way back to Pittsburgh, Rich interrupted our sparkling conversation about puzzles, cemeteries and the various merits of chili, to quietly inquire as to whether we might reach the hotel quicker if he had any idea where it was as opposed to his current strategy of just following whatever car most looked like its driver knew where he was going. I argued that we should give the red Toyota ahead of us just a couple more minutes, but the rest of my team had less faith and so Dan pulled up the hotel on GPS and directed Rich to turn around and drive back to the bar we had left as our hotel was a scant two blocks from there. I sadly waved goodbye to the Toyota and I can't help wondering what grand adventure we would have embarked on had we just stayed on course a little longer. Oh well.
|Google's directions (marked in blue) versus my best recollection of the path we actually took (marked in red).|
Notice most of Google's directions are actually measured in feet. That Toyota driver must have been drunk.
Or he was trying to lose us.
It was getting close to 11:00 so we made our way to the start location of Dorrian Commons Park where we had a few minutes to talk with other teams before Josh arrived and handed us our first packet consisting of 11 puzzles. The first 9 would be solved at locations relatively close by but Josh suggested that we'd want to drive to the final two locations. He also warned us that Columbus was a little spread out and advised us to make use of the city's bike share program rather than rely on just walking.
|Who has two thumbs and is excited to be in Cowtown? That guy.|
|Dan struggles to remove one of the bikes while Wei-Hwa vainly tries to explain the|
checkout process to Rich. Sadly, these are problems that would persist through Chicago.
One of the later locations in the first poem was the topiary hedge garden that Ajit had told us about during breakfast. We decided to short-circuit the beginning of the poem and head straight there. When we arrived, we were treated to a lovely topiary depiction of Georges Seurat's "Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte" but nothing that looked like a clue or an indication of where to go next.
|I'm glad we saw this since Rich and I would later fail to see the original painting at the Chicago Art Museum.|
|Notice the sideways compass rose. Tricky, Josh, tricky.|