They put on a helluva cyclocross race. Oh wait (believe it or not) that's a
different Mt. Trashmore.
https://www.rocktownbicycles.com/events/2015/10/4/trashmore-cross
Seriously though, when it comes to turning off the water, you simply have to be an optimist. When I studied in the Soviet Union, they had a practice of turning off all of the hot water in large sections of the city for a week at a time to check the pipes, and it led to one of the top five days in my life.
We were about 4 days into no hot water. Everybody's hair was laying flatly on their heads, like on the Seinfeld episode. But our Russian instructors took pity on us, and one of them happened to be the son of a guy who was some Party apparatchik. So, we had morning class, then lunch, and they took us all to a banya (bath/steam house). Now, not the public banya, mind you. The party banya, because, you know, "four legs good, two legs better". So we go in, the girls go one way, the guys go other. You hang out for a bit, then into the most brutally intense steam I've ever been. Into the cold pool, back into the steam, birch leaves, rinse and repeat til you just can't sweat any more. Then hang out for a bit and have a beer (I learned that day how to open two bottles against each other without an opener). Finally, we get dressed and meet the girls in the reception area -- they all came out positively glowing, and I was practically drooling over "S.E." who was gorgeous. Anyway, after the banya, we go to the Hotel Ukraine for dinner - really good kotleti - and follow it up with an evening at the Bolshoi watching Swan Lake. Probably the most relaxed I've ever been. I think i actually dozed off on the Metro back to our dorm/hotel after talking about the cold war with a really drunken russian.
