Brothers A and C and
I went trail running.
We shotgunned three
cans of Sparks and
ran whooping out of
the parking lot up
the trail.
I was wearing my
kilt, jester hat,
$6.95 yellow safety
glasses, no shirt and
carrying two Specialized
bottles of HEED.
Brother C ate a burrito
and almost hurled.
“How far are we running,”
he said. Not more than
1.5 hrs,” I laughed.
“Better not,” he said.
We tiptoed across the
dam overflow boards which
were about three inches
wide and slippery. Brother
C almost fell in. Brother
A and I didn’t help: “Whoa!
Watch yer step! Don’t look
down, fool!”
The last 200 meters we
met an elderly couple
on the singletrack. “Hi,”
I yelped. They looked
shocked. I did look kinda
weird with the kilt and
clown hat I guess.
We made it back to the
car in 01:29.53
“Told ya,” I grinned
at Brother C; He looked
a little tired. Brother
A jumped in the water
and shouted for the cold
of it.
I love this stuff.
8.0 miles
875’ elev. gain
Singletrack and fire road
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