Spent a better part of the morning and some of the afternoon working the chain saw, clearing fallen trees, helping some complete their fall, getting them off stuff, and doing the limbing work. I gave in when I popped the chain off the saw, figuring that I had been given a sign. But, hell – I was tired anyway. This work, much to the amusement of my wife, kicked this cubicle guy’s butt. Particularly since it was being done at 10,400 feet ASL.
Mid afternoon, I got out and it was a beautiful day. I took the opportunity to explore some FS roads that I had not been on a bit, and some new ones as well – doing a little route scouting. Many of the roads, paths were seriously jacked with blown over trees. Between the altitude, the climbs, coming in already tired and crunching through the snow, I popped pretty good around 90 minutes. One of those runs where you look at the watch afterwards and roll your eyes: “only eight miles?!”
Sometimes the trail is nice.
Then the trail can disappear. 
But a beautiful day in the Rocky Mountains, in the forest.
Mo shot. Day 24
Definitely feeling the altitude a bit more this trip – reflecting how little I have been up here. Seriously considering taking a full week next summer (I am thinking Memorial Day week) where I just live up here, run, drink brew, cut trees and burn shit. Folks can come up, run, camp, whatever. The more I think about this, the more I get psyched up about it over any race.
Drinking beer, cutting trees and burning shit sounds like fun.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great day! I would like to join you next summer for a run at your camp.
ReplyDeleteKevin, Brad, Nick ... all of ya have an open invite up there.
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