Race crosses a road in front of the chapel and indicates a turn to the left. As I wait for him to commit, I see the spectators moving down the road from the start area towards us. It is one of the first times I recall seeing or even noticing the spectators or judges since we left the start flag. Next to the chapel is an asphalt parking lot, measuring about 20 by 30 yards, that is bordered by a grass and broken asphalt filled field that measures about 50 by 30 yards. The other edge of the grass field is bordered by another building.
Race works the entire area and several times tries to make a left turn.
In the swirling winds he breaks off over and over again to restart his search for the track. Unknown to me at the time, we have overshot the turn by a few yards and should be on the opposite side of the roadway we crossed. One last time he works down the parking area along the chapel building. At the end of the parking area is a large street. He attempts to cross it, yet raises his head when he is in the street.