After camp, archery sat at the back of my mind for the better part of a decade. Beyond Robin Hood movies (and other movies that included a character using a bow), my next real exposure to archery came in the summer of 2004. The Olympic Games in Athens were underway, and I was in a motel room in Flagstaff, Arizona, my base of operations for a weeklong road trip across the Colorado Plateau. Flipping channels after a long day of driving, I came across the archery competition. I watched for a while, not really understanding many of the nuances or key points that I have since learned, but I very much enjoyed watching it as the sport returned to my consciousness.