The T2S900 round is cleverly - and crushingly - named. I think everyone has a groaning moment when they figure out that's Train 2 Shoot 900. There's also a 900 round at a further distance, and the 720 is further still. We're in competition kindergarten, where the judges are awesome teachers of how and why everything is done. I infer some genius on the part of Caledon, employing a mild ego-bruising to encourage us to want to graduate to the next level. It'll take me till next summer's tournaments to move my butt that far, but I am already wishing the September one was sooner.
The big move is at the end of the day. Like good kids, we all pitch in to clean up. Kim and Daisy took the giant easel wheelbarrow-style way back to the shed, I rolled the solid foam wheel. We wheelies joked about it being like the kids' game from the olden days with the hoop and stick but, dude, it's not as easy as I thought!